Eight Trigrams Divine Needle!

"Pills?!"

Han Qinhu looked surprised and quickly declined, "Brother Yang, this elixir is too precious. I don't dare to take it!"

Yang Luo smiled and said, "This pill might be very precious to others, but to me, as long as there are enough herbs, I can refine it casually.

Since we're brothers, there's no need to say such polite words. Take it."

Han Qinhu was very touched. He took the pill and said, "Brother Yang, I won't say anything else to thank you!

If there's anything in the future, feel free to contact me!"

"No problem!"

Yang Luo smiled and nodded, "By the way, Brother Han, I plan to pay your grandfather a visit as well. Do you want to go with me?"

"I still have a lot of things to do in the White Tiger Pavilion, so I won't be going."

Han Qinhu shook his head before asking, "Brother Yang, why are you looking for my grandfather?"

Yang Luo said, "I want to ask Old Master Han for help."