Rong Xiyue
編輯: Atlas Studios
Bringing along the divine-grade Sun Moon Azure Sky Pill, Yu Changyun left perfectly feeling content.
Ye Yuan was able to refine vast spirit divine pills. But toward the City Lord Manor, he naturally would not go all out.
However, purple spirit divine pills were already adequate.
Forget about Nine Pledge Imperial Capital, even in great imperial capitals, one also could not find more than a few alchemists that could refine divine-grade level nine medicinal pills.
Of course, the City Lord Manor also paid a dear price for this.
Yu Changyun's front foot had just left when the Flowing Wind Establishment's head, Li Zian, brought a group of people to Heavenly Eagle.
They naturally came over to request for pills too.
Ye Yuan's impression of Kongming Academy was not good, but he would not let go of the chance to demand an exorbitant price too.