People always change.
Han Yu sighed, Ye Zhiqiu could brag now.
Not that he doubted his cultivation, but was relying on ordinary people as informants really going to work?
"At the end of the day, you think his cultivation is too low to handle things, so why help him?"
The Artifact Spirit sneered.
"Might as well try as a last resort!"
Han Yu was at his wit's end, if Ye Zhiqiu was willing to help, it was ultimately a good thing. What if he really found someone?
"Besides, I might as well make some Pills in the meantime."
"I thought you were going to give them to that Ye guy to eat."
The Artifact Spirit smirked, mimicking Han Yu's usual expression with a laugh.
Are you a devil?
Han Yu twitched his mouth, thinking about the attributes of the Pills, and said, "Aren't you afraid of killing him? These Pills aren't suitable for him."
Not only are they unsuitable for him, but probably no decent person could take them.
