Questioning Me? Then Prepare to Owe Me a Favor

Lu Heng smiled faintly.

"You've followed me several times already. As long as I want to leave, I can leave.

Besides, I'm an alchemist. Didn't your Snake-People Tribe invite me to Holy City because you wanted to keep me supplied? Think about it—Gu He, the Pill King renowned throughout the Jia Ma Empire, is only an entry-level Sixth-Grade Alchemist."

He raised one finger and waved it.

"And I'm seventh-grade."

Yue Mei, who was leading the way ahead, snorted softly through her nose at those words.

"Who knows whether you're really a Seventh-Grade Alchemist?"

She tilted her head, and her purple hair slipped over her shoulder, partly covering the side of her face.

"I've heard you going on and on about being seventh-grade, but I've never seen you personally refine a single Seventh-Grade Pill. The pill you gave me earlier was indeed of high quality, but who knows whether you made it yourself or stole it from some major faction?"

The words might have sounded provocative coming from someone else, but when Yue Mei said them, they sounded more like a sulk.

After all, this human boy had smacked her butt and pinched her scales, yet she still had not gotten even. Now that she had finally caught an opportunity to jab at him, of course she would not let it pass.

Medusa, walking at the very front of the group, did not turn around, but her snake tail gave a light sway.

It was a subtle movement, yet Hua She'er saw it clearly.

Her Majesty the Queen had not refuted Yue Mei's words.

Hua She'er had been thinking about the matter herself as well.

The two pills Lu Heng had produced were indeed astonishingly high in quality, their medicinal potency rich and pure, far surpassing any pills she had ever