When Ye Mo suddenly woke up, he realized that everything around him seemed to have changed. His pretty master was nowhere to be seen. Most importantly, he remembered something scary that wasn’t about himself. Therefore, Ye Mo hurried to run into a small alley without people after class. The first thing he did was pull down his pants. He just wanted to check out his p**is. ------ **Warning: This novel contains mature content** Release Rate: 14 Chapters/Week
Ye Mo made 9 spirit recovery pills in one cauldron. Of course, he didn't use all three drops of 10000 year stalagmite marrow. He didn't use the pills he had made before because he knew that hollow spirit state cultivators were very sensitive to pills. They could tell if the pill was made recently or some time ago.
"Three spirit recovery pills?" Su Jianhu's hands were shaking when he held the bottle Ye Mo gave him. He only needed one but he got three. With his experience, he could tell these were freshly made as well.
Ye Mo didn't mind giving a few extra pills to him. What he really cared about was whether Wang Yue sect would do their best to help Mo Yue. If he did this much and Wang Yue sect still didn't help, then they would be too selfish.