Magical treasures, for someone without True Essence or Spiritual Power, holding them is about as useful as holding scrap iron. Even back then, the guillotine was the prototype of a magical treasure and it was casually given away.
"Let's talk about it when it's needed in the future!"
Han Yu said with such words.
Che Dapao could only smile wryly, shaking his head.
"You better hurry up with your needs, by my count, the Fifth Tower already owes you two favors."
As the saying goes, befriending sages must come with a motive.
Che Dapao was no exception, and after a moment of thought, he spoke up.
"That West... West River Pill, the name sure is a tongue-twister. If the Fifth Tower finds someone suitable, could you prioritize us?"
Upon hearing this, the Mo Family Ancestor and the Great Elder's expressions shifted, and they quickly understood the intention.
This was a very aggressive move, the cost of the West River Pill was too great.
