"Hubby, you promised so many things earlier. Even if you obtained many pills from the Creation Saint Relic, it probably still won't be enough, right? Besides, even if you can refine them, the Medicinal Herbs for Grade Eight Pills must be extremely precious."
Within the seemingly endless silver spatial passageway, Yun Yun, held in Lin Feng's arms, looked at him with slightly furrowed brows.
Just now, he had promised so many things. While that could attract a great number of powerful experts, it would likewise require paying out a massive amount of pills.
Even with Lin Feng now being a Peak Eighth-grade Alchemist, it would be exceedingly difficult for him to produce such an enormous quantity of pills.
"It's fine. As long as we can rescue Ying'er and the others, the pills are easy enough to handle."
Hearing the beauty in his arms voice her concerns, Lin Feng explained, "Even if fifty Dou Zuns really come, the Grade Eight Pills obtained from the relic earlier, combined with what was left after I sold those puppets, should amount to more than eighty. As for the remaining small portion, Ying'er, Chen'er, and I only need to work at it for a while to refine them quickly."
"As for the Medicinal Herbs for Grade Eight Pills, I obtained plenty in the relic earlier. If that still isn't enough, we can take some from the Dan, Cao, and Ye families."
Upon hearing this, Yun Yun nodded.
However, a trace of confusion soon appeared on her stunning face again. She asked curiously, "Then, Hubby, why did you have those Lesser Pill Pagoda experts invite people and give them those benefits instead of giving them to Ying'er and the others' families?"
"That's because he wants to use those people for publicity, to tell the entire Lesser