Han Yi was about to nod, but suddenly felt a chill.
This female cultivator was not simple. Although they had only met twice, she seemed quite familiar with him, a different type from Chu Jinmo and Yan Ru he met before.
Chu Jinmo was gentle, Yan Ru was aloof, while Chen Yujin was a all-round type.
Comparatively, Han Yi preferred to deal with Chu Jinmo and Yan Ru.
Han Yi collected his thoughts and, as before, walked to a table inside the room and took out the prepared pills from his storage bag.
Most of the pills he now concocted were sold to Jiulong Trading, a small part was left for the female cultivators of Small Guanhai Peak, a smaller part was privately sold to familiar fellow disciples, and the last part was left for his own cultivation use.
Seeing Han Yi take out the pills, the crowd of female cultivators swarmed like sharks smelling blood, and in less than a minute, all the pills were divided.