Meng Chong still said with some heartache.
He didn't have many pills in total.
Meng Shushu rolled his eyes, remarking on the eighteen sixth-grade spiritual medicines made from them as if it was a loss he could comment on.
But since he owed his life to someone, a few more sixth-grade spiritual medicines didn't seem to be that significant.
"My friend, how did you provoke those people?"
Meng Chong asked curiously.
"They found me and offered me a generous reward to find a spiritual medicine treasure trove. As a spiritual medicine scout, I've accepted many of these kinds of tasks, so I agreed straight away.
"Eventually, we found the essential spiritual medicine over at Yan country's Tianchui Mountain. However, they wanted to control me, turning me into their puppet.
"Naturally, I didn't agree and seized an opportunity to escape."
Meng Shushu gritted his teeth and seethed with anger.
"As a spiritual medicine scout, don't you have any powerful backers?"