After leaving Jubao Yuan, Xiao Yan took Qing Yuan to an inn to stay the night.
"Xiao Yan, why did you buy so many medicinal pills?" Qing Yuan was clearly stunned by Xiao Yan's lavish spending, so the moment they arrived at the empty inn, she hurriedly asked.
"Of course, I'm going to refine pills for you to take," Xiao Yan said calmly.
"Huh? Refine pills for me to take? But I don't need medicine." Qing Yuan looked at Xiao Yan in confusion. On the Dou Di Continent, the pills commonly circulated among ordinary people were generally below the ninth grade. From the Ninth-grade Golden Pill Xiao Yan had just put up for auction, she could tell that Xiao Yan was likely a powerful expert with considerable attainments in alchemy. The thought of having him refine pills for her made her feel rather guilty.
"Alright, don't worry about it. Since you're following me, you can't keep living as you did before. No matter what happened in the past, from now on, this is your new life." After speaking, Xiao Yan took out the pills he had just auctioned, then withdrew one hundred thousand coins from an ordinary Dou Qi card and handed them to Qing Yuan.
"Here, take this money. Buy whatever you want. If it isn't enough, just tell me."
"No, there's no need for this, Xiao Yan, I..." Qing Yuan stammered, unable to get the words out.
"Mm. Thank you, Xiao Yan." Moved, Qing Yuan's eyes could not help but sting. Since her birth, this was the first time anyone had treated her so well...
"Girls shouldn't always cry. Qing Yuan, remember this: a person's birth and experiences cannot define them. Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—never mock a poor youth!"
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