"Here's your Qingshan Stone."
The blood-robed steward of the Mortal World Quarter Inner Sect seemingly asked casually, "Has your family acquired a second-grade alchemist intending to refine Foundation Establishment Pills on your own?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Xingyin dared not be careless.
He immediately straightened his feet and bowed his head respectfully, saying, "You're jesting, elder. How could my Wang Family have such fortune?
It's merely that our ancestor received a favor outside, planning to gather Foundation Establishment Materials to have a second-grade alchemist refine a batch of Foundation Establishment Pills.
If the refining fails, I'm afraid our Wang Family will have to wait another few decades."
Wang Xingyin's words were half-true; the family did indeed have a second-grade alchemist, so gathering Foundation Establishment Materials made sense, likely able to deceive the cunning man before him.
"Alright, go ahead.
