Hujin felt a bit strange.
He was indeed here to find someone for alchemy; for bottom-tier cultivators like them, they had to risk their lives for a bit of cultivation resources.
And risking your life naturally entails danger.
Most of the time, they could only use some common healing medicine and rely on their own True Yuan to heal injuries.
But this time, if his brothers weren't severely injured, he wouldn't have come to seek a pill.
For these few alchemy herb sets in his hand, he had endured countless hardships. He wanted to collect another set, but his brothers couldn't wait that long.
"Friend, may I ask what kind of pill you need to refine?"
Upon hearing the white-faced scholar's words, Hujin felt a bit impatient. He was still thinking about continuing to beg Master Peng but, seeing Li Chen's politeness, he had to stop.
