Me, bidding?
Yang Xiaotian shook his head and laughed, "Didn't I tell my sister before, I'm an Alchemist and I crafted these supreme Four Symbols Spirit Pills myself."
Wen Jingyi's beautiful eyes widened, "You made them?"
"Yes," Yang Xiaotian laughed.
Wen Jingyi suddenly burst into laughter, her body shaking like flowers in the breeze, and then, with a dainty finger, she tapped Yang Xiaotian's forehead, "Why don't you just say you're the reincarnation of the Medicine God."
Yang Xiaotian laughed, "There are people who call me the young Medicine God."
Wen Jingyi let out another chuckle, "Yes, you are the young Medicine God, my young Medicine God." Her laughter was as lovely as pearls dropping on a jade plate, exceedingly pleasant to hear.
However, no matter what, Wen Jingyi refused to accept the few supreme Four Symbols Spirit Pills, claiming they were too valuable.