Meng Chuan held a Divine Brush and wrote furiously at his desk. A moment later, he stopped and studied what he had written.
"It might not be impossible," Meng Chuan murmured.
"What might not be impossible?" Qingjing appeared beside him, having heard him.
"Oh, I happened upon a Pill Formula. Some of the materials it lists are rather precious, and I'd like to gather them and refine a batch of Pills," Meng Chuan replied.
"May I see it?" Qingjing asked. "I have some materials. Perhaps I happen to have something this formula calls for."
"There's no reason you can't. It's not some shameful secret." Smiling, Meng Chuan handed her the paper.
"If you have the materials, all the better."
Qingjing was certainly a wealthy young woman. He had never seen her lack resources for Cultivation.
Nor had she ever told Meng Chuan and the others that she needed this or that, or asked to trade for or be given anything.
Her resources were unfathomable.
Qingjing smiled faintly and took Meng Chuan's handwritten Pill Formula. She was already considering how many materials she could gather and give him for free.
"Did you need something from me?" Meng Chuan asked casually as she read.
It had only been an hour or two since he had sent the Crystal Skull and the others away, yet Qingjing had found her way into his Cave Abode. She would not have come without a reason.
She could hardly be here just to wander around.
"I did... Hiss!" Qingjing drew in a sharp breath before she could finish.
The rest of her words died in her throat.
Staring at the freshly written Pill Formula, her chest rose and fell. She read it again carefully, as though she could not believe her eyes.
The paper listed only a