Myriad Forms Creation Furnace

Seeing the flickering expressions on the elders' faces, Mo Chen grew even more puzzled. But it was not appropriate to press further, so he could only turn his attention back to the transaction.

After waiting the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

The black-robed alchemist returned. Seeing that the atmosphere was somewhat strange, he hurriedly said:

"Mr. Mo, since you are the young valley master's lifesaver, we cannot let you suffer a loss in this transaction. Here are 3.2 billion Immortal Souls. What do you think?"

Mo Chen was rather surprised. Medicine God Valley was quite generous!

However, he truly needed Immortal Souls for cultivation, so he did not stand on ceremony. He directly clasped his hands and said, "Then I thank all the elders!"

The black-robed alchemist returned the gesture. "You are too polite, Mr. Mo. You saved the young valley master, which makes you a benefactor of Medicine God Valley."

"From now on, whenever you need pills or wish to conduct other business with Medicine God Valley, we will offer you the most favorable prices."

Mo Chen smiled and nodded in agreement.

Once the transaction was complete, the three alchemists and several elders took their leave.

Meanwhile, a maid waiting outside the Pill Pavilion respectfully invited Mo Chen to rest briefly in a quiet room nearby.

Before long, Shangguan Zijin appeared at the entrance to the quiet room once more.

There was a trace of shyness on her face, but her eyes held greater resolve.

"Mr. Mo, I have kept you waiting."

Shangguan Zijin spoke softly, then entered the quiet room and closed the door.

Mo Chen set down his teacup, rose to his feet, and smiled. "You are too polite, Miss Shangguan!"

Shangguan Zijin smiled gently, nodded, and sat across from Mo Chen. She