"Are you kidding me? If I could only refine four pills in one afternoon, then I wouldn't want to live anymore!" Qiao Mu rolled her eyes before tossing him a small porcelain-white bottle. "This too."
Crown Prince Mo: !!
My wife especially doesn't seem human when refining pills. What to do?
There were no less than ten small, round, and exquisite pills inside the small porcelain bottle.
"I'm stopping after this batch." The little lady grumbled irritatedly, "Refining twenty some pills in one afternoon really is awfully slow as hell."
Crown Prince Mo: …
If another pill alchemist was present right now, they would definitely be unable to resist beating her to death, right!
"These are all level-11 mystic breakthrough pills?" Crown Prince Mo asked while holding that small bottle.
