"Uncle Xie, I made this potion myself. My grandfather and the others took it a year ago and are now Martial Cultivators. Don't worry about it being too valuable; I have plenty more."
"Mar... Martial Cultivators?!" Xie Xiaoran felt like he had become a stammerer; he must have hallucinated something during the brain surgery! It must be!
"Yes, I usually like refining elixirs. Over the past year, with the help of my elixirs, my grandfather's strength has improved significantly. He has now reached the Demi-god Early Stage." An Yiqing said with a smile.
Xie Xiaoran swallowed hard, "Xiao Qing, your strength... what level is it at?"
An Yiqing smiled beautifully, like the girl next door, "Demigod Peak."
Xie Xiaoran's vision went black; he must have made a mistake during the surgery, it must be the case. Xie Huan also had a look as if he had seen a ghost, looking completely stunned, nothing like his normally elegant and noble demeanor.
