Dazed for a moment, Master Lingxu said with a smile, "My disciple Song Qingfeng, when did you become so hardworking and even know how to secretly refine pills? All these years, Master really didn't know. Now that he has grown up, Master is very pleased."
A smile appeared on Song Qingfeng's face. He waved the fan in his hand slightly, and the hair on his temples fluttered. He looked like a Saint, but what he said next was even more infuriating.
Song Qingfeng said, "Master, you're wrong. Since when do I need to secretly refine pills? As long as you have enough spirit stones, you can have as many pills as you want."
Master Lingxu's face instantly darkened, and he waved his sleeve at Song Qingfeng.
Song Qingfeng's body glowed with golden light, and he stood still.
Master Lingxu said angrily, "As an alchemist, you're not refining pills yourself but buying them?! I'm teaching you, and you're using a magic treasure? Little brat, you're going to anger your Master to death!"
