"Nonsense!"
It was just stunned, not pretending to be dead.
Regarding the West River Pill encountering a bottleneck, even it was completely caught off guard.
It never thought that the West River would also have a day when it wasn't effective.
After pondering for a long time, the Artifact Spirit finally thought of an idea.
"It's not my problem; it's his problem."
Han Yu couldn't help but laugh angrily at this. It was quite rare. Clearly, it couldn't produce pills yet it was pushing the blame onto someone else.
The Artifact Spirit got anxious on the spot; it wasn't joking.
"My pills are a line of cause and effect; you have to give to receive, and only if you have a future can you achieve the present."
"If no pills can be refined, there's only one possibility: that guy is too poor to bear the side effects of the pill."
Poor?
No matter how he tried, Han Yu couldn't imagine a Sect Leader of the Upper Three Sects being labeled as poor.
