Lin Fengjie pursed his lips, but didn't argue further. Clearly, Su Han was right; that Pill was indeed quite valuable to him.
After all, it's a Mythical Rank Pill; no matter how low its Grade, it couldn't be ineffective.
"What kind of Pill are you planning to refine with these medicinal ingredients?"
Su Han glanced at those ingredients, and with a grin said, "As a Second Grade Alchemist, yet unable to refine the Pill, it must be as indicated on your paper, a Third-Grade Pill then. Hmm, it shouldn't be deceitful."
"Are you pulling my leg? Why would I deceive you on this...?" Lin Fengjie replied discontentedly.
"You never know!"
Su Han chuckled, "Just like when we were on Demon Sea Star, you clearly wanted to find the Lotus Throne of the Nine-Heart Lotus yet brought out a useless map to sell, almost getting me killed in the mouth of the Rock Shark; don't tell me you've forgotten."
"That was an exception."
Lin Fengjie's gaze faltered.
