"It's deserved."
Fang Che said, "The value lies within. If I were Mr. Yan, I would do the same. Not everyone is qualified to possess Divine Attribute Metal."
Yan Beihan smiled: "As long as you understand."
Then said, "This is yours now."
"Thank you, Mr. Yan."
Yan Beihan smiled gently, stretched out her hand, and her slender jade fingers slid across the ring, and rows of small jade bottles appeared neatly.
"These are elixir pills for regular cultivation, they can enhance cultivation."
"These... can enhance Divine Thought."
"These stabilize the soul."
"These are for healing."
"These unleash potential in life-and-death moments without harming the origin."
"These are..."
"..."
Tens of varieties of pills, each with ten bottles!
Even Fang Che felt astonished at the scene.
"This... so many?"
But it wasn't over yet.
Yan Beihan lined up twenty bottles of Spiritual Wine again, that she had just drunk: "I didn't bring much this time out, so keep these and drink slowly."
