The Old Chief pushed the lacquer tray closer to Meng Chuan:
"True disciple, please take a look. There are a total of nine bottles here, each containing five Moistening Vein Spirit Pills, precisely forty-five pills.
As for the thirty remaining pills, we can register the materials for furnace today afternoon and expedite the refining process for you, hopefully delivering them to Huaqing Pool's mansion within the month."
Meng Chuan pondered for a moment, then shook his head in refusal:
"Forget it, I'm about to leave the mountain, no need for such trouble.
The Chief can just give me forty pills, that's sufficient."
Just for personal use, forty pills plus what I have in stock, even after breaking through the Three Limits, will suffice for a long time.
He is about to leave United University, placing the elixir at home: firstly, if kept improperly, the efficacy might degrade over time.
