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"Qingjue," Ling Chuxi's heart felt warm as she stepped forward and leaned on his firm back.

"Have you finished refining the spirit Recovery pill? Your divine sense seems to have recovered a little. " Said Huangfu qingjue as he turned around and lightly kissed her forehead.

"I was fooled by Villa head Yi, that rotten old man. It was a waste pill, but fortunately, the refining technique was not bad, so it wasn't completely wasted. A total of 13 spiritual herbs were used, and I've already analyzed and deduced nine of them. I don't know what the other four are, so I took half a piece of ink orchid leaf to stabilize the injury of my divine sense for the time being. However, if I'm given some time, I should be able to refine the pill recipe. Once the pill recipe is complete, I'll be able to refine the spirit Recovery pill to recover my spiritual sense. " At the mention of spiritual pills, Ling Chuxi thought of Villa head Yi and said this in a funny and angry tone.