"Huh? What? A Grade 3 antidote pill?"
Alen's voice rose in disbelief when he heard the request.
"Yes. Do we have one, or is it possible to obtain one?"
Noah asked again, his expression was unreadable.
"A Grade 3 pill is very precious. Perhaps in our prime, we could have obtained them, but now? I don't think we have any."
"Your grandfather took all the remaining antidotes in the family after we were cast out from the society," Alen muttered.
A shadow of regret crossed his face.
"Is that so? Okay, never mind."
"What about a Grade 1 or Grade 2 soul replenishing pill?"
Alen's hand shook slightly.
He actually had a Grade 2 soul replenishing pill hidden on his person.
It was one he had intended to take himself.
Its primary function was to heal a broken cultivation foundation.
"I have one. Why are you asking?"
Alen questioned, his eyes narrowing.
"Father, give me the pill and go back home."
"I have some errands to run."
"No way."
"I can't leave you alone outside."
