When the last two Qi Fortune Cultivators eagerly took the West River Pill, Han Yu's already tense heart suddenly tightened even more.
These days, he was more concerned about the shaping issue than the Artifact Spirit. If this lousy Artifact Spirit really goes out of control, it would be disgusting for him.
However, until he received feedback from the two cultivators, the Artifact Spirit suddenly stalled, like there was no response.
After waiting for a moment, it said helplessly, "This is strange, still just a little short."
"Why don't you come up with some idea?"
"Still not enough? At this critical moment, where do you expect me to find Qi Fortune right now?"
Han Yu's face fell, how should he come up with a solution? Finding it now is unrealistic; who knows when he'll find it.
Could he borrow one from Quan Xiaotong?
"Then borrow one, not much, just a tiny bit I need."
