"Cough, cough!"
Huang Yueyang had just finished rolling a batch of pills. Upon hearing his daughter's words, he cleared his throat, a trace of awkwardness flashing across his face. He stepped forward and stubbornly said:
"Last time was an accident! I had just arrived here and hadn't adapted to the mortal's constitution, so I mishandled the medicinal dosage."
"Even a cultivator at the first level of Qi Refining wouldn't be unable to handle slightly stronger elixir pills."
Huang Wangyou pursed her lips in response, unwilling to concede:
"You're still shameless enough to say that! If Brother Yun hadn't helped, those old friends of yours might hold a grudge against you for life and wouldn't dare to ask for your pills again."
Huang Yueyang glared at his daughter, his tone filled with a mix of pride and smugness:
"Your Brother Yun was taught by me, wasn't he? When he first started learning alchemy, it was my guidance that gave him his current skills."
