Ling Xiao nods towards the old man and takes You XiaoMo with him, leaving Magic pill central workshop.
Seeing them leave with his own eyes and listening to their gradually fading footsteps, the old man seems to be in deep thought, stroking his beard. His gaze again falls on the five bottles of top grade magic pills on the table. The strange look in his eyes becomes even more apparent. The things these two people brought out really exceed his expectation.
"Selling off five bottles of top grade level two magic pills in one go. That is not ordinary low or mid grade magic pills. The number of high quality magic herbs needed is more than seven hundred stalks. This sum is simply one that is never seen before. However that young man seems to be not more than seventeen to eighteen years old. At most, barely a level two mage. Could it be that these magic pills were not refined by him? But looking at that young man's expression, it seems that he is the one ....... "