"Alright, I'll give it a try, but don't expect much in the short term!"
Old Niu laughed heartily, "No rush, no rush, Mr. Yang, take your time!"
He wasn't in immediate need of the Evergreen Pill, he was just indulging in a mere hope; if Yang Zhenshan could refine it, that would be great, but if he couldn't, he could always think of another way.
"These spiritual medicines!" Yang Zhenshan looked at the storage bag in his hand and said, "I can't refine them right now. I only need to study the elixir recipe!"
Logically, since he couldn't refine it now, these spiritual medicines should naturally be returned to Old Niu, but he was a bit reluctant.
So many third-order spirit fruits and spiritual medicines, making him unable to resist feelings of greed.
"Keep them, Mr. Yang, whether you succeed or not, these spiritual medicines are the payment from me, Old Niu, to you!" Old Niu said generously.
The thing he lacked the least was spirit fruits and spiritual medicines.
