The Rakshasa King was not a doctor, but when he was studying in the Sikong Manor in his early years, he had learned a little in various fields. Therefore, he had come into contact with many herbs. Although he had long forgotten most of what his teacher had taught him, his basic acuity was still there. This bottle of pills was not the ones he had eaten in the past.
The Rakshasa King's expression instantly turned cold. He looked at Master Sang who was groveling in front of him and emitted a powerful pressure.
