"Wait!" Seeing Han Zhao open the door of the private room, the tauren-masked man hurriedly stopped him.
"Twelve pills, no less!"
When Han Zhao heard this, he turned around and paused. He nodded slightly and said, "Deal."
As he spoke, Han Zhao reached into his clothes and took out a porcelain bottle. He opened the cork and glanced at it before handing it to the tauren-masked man.
"Let's test it."
"Alright!" The tauren-masked man carefully took the porcelain bottle and slowly poured the pills inside into his palm. Full and round red pills landed in his palm. With a light sniff, he felt a rich medicinal fragrance enter his nose, and the blood qi in his body became active.
"18?! This… This…" The tauren-masked man widened his eyes and realized that there were six more high-grade Blood Qi Pills.