Qiu Zhihe said without hesitation, "Just agree to it."
Qin Gengyun reminded, "Taoist Friend Qiu, for two hundred bags of Clear Wind Powder, at least forty high-grade Clear Spirit Grass are needed."
Qiu Zhihe took a small sip of porridge, and said lightly, "Starting tomorrow, I'll give you ten each day, four days will be enough."
Qin Gengyun was stunned for a moment, and said, "But even with enough Clear Spirit Grass, I really have no confidence in refining two hundred bags of Clear Wind Powder within ten days."
Qiu Zhihe glanced at him, "If you can refine one bag in thirty-five breaths, why worry about not being able to finish in ten days?"
Qin Gengyun, mouth agape, said angrily, "Taoist Friend Qiu, how can you slander someone out of thin air?!"
One hour later.
After experiencing three spans of thirty-five breaths.
Qiu Zhihe turned her back on him, ignoring him, Qin Gengyun sighed.
