The confrontation was a big success, and Li Peifeng didn't pursue things any further.
Instead, he took a wooden box out of his pocket and handed it over:
"The main thing is this medicine. If you have time, could you help me test the ingredients inside to see if it can be replicated?"
"Hmm."
Tianxuan took it, opened it, and looked in surprise: "You really have this medicine? I thought..."
"You thought I was joking with you? You thought I was messing around! But it's actually real."
Li Peifeng's expression was serious: "This medicine is very important to me. I truly want you to help me research it. If it can't be replicated, just return the remaining medicine to me. If it can be, we can discuss the next steps."
"It really is medicine." Tianxuan sniffed the pill lightly, furrowing her brows slightly, closed the lid, and examined the antique wooden box, exclaiming: "It does look like an ancestral formula piece of work!"
