Liang Yan threw the scroll back to song Qingfeng, "I don't have time."
Song Qingfeng put down the scroll and disappeared. His voice echoed in the air, "Master asked me to bring it over. If you don't want to go, you can go and tell Master yourself."
Liang Yan was helpless. He raised his hand and grabbed at the air, and the scroll flew into his hand.
He frowned, thought for a moment, and put the scroll away.
At this moment, the alchemy furnace in front of him also exuded a refreshing fragrance. He cast a spell again, opened the lid, took out a jade screen, and stored the ten pills.
He refined ten cauldrons in a row, a total of one hundred pills, each of which was a Supreme-grade pill.
After refining the elixir, it was already bright outside.
Liang Yan furrowed his brows and pondered for a moment. He suddenly felt like he was being controlled. Why would he be willing to waste an entire morning to help his Junior Sister whom he had only met twice?
