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When Fan Lin heard those words, the corners of his mouth twitched. How could the things Master refined not be worth a lot of money? Just any random item was more valuable than most things, let alone the medicines that Master kept with her at all times just in case. How could the value be measured with money?

Who was this old man? Why did Master call him Grandfather Tan? She even used such precious medicinal pills and potions to treat him. 

"You refined it?" 

Old Tan was startled. He looked at the bottle of potion in surprise, she actually refined this? Although he was unable to tell what grade it was, he knew that it was not any ordinary medicine from the colour of the potion. At least, he had never been exposed to this level of potions before. 

"Well, drink it first!" Feng Jiu handed it to him and gestured for him to drink it.