"What are you doing?"
"Are you crazy? That's a pill—a third-tier pill!"
Wuo Dong was trembling all over, his face twisted with rage.
Yun Kuo and the others stared wide-eyed, as though they'd seen a ghost!
Xu Yang frowned and said indifferently, "Is there a problem?"
As he spoke, he casually tossed another pill into the dog's mouth.
"I told you to stop!"
Wuo Dong's eyes were bloodshot.
"A third-tier pill—you know how precious that is? And you're feeding it to a dog?"
Alchemists of the Barbarian Race are scarce, and spirit elixir is precious.
When he was young, even as the second young master of the Kunwu Division, he often wasn't qualified to get even a pill as precious as that.
They lived mostly on the unique blood-based food of the Barbarians.
Even now, pills are rare resources.
He simply couldn't tolerate such wanton waste of heavenly treasures.
He hadn't even gotten any, and yet this dog keeps eating?
"Just because of that?"
