C1219 Little Aunt Yang Xinlei

Yang Ling had nothing else to do. He planned to deduce the refining process of the Essence Soul Pill in his mind again. There was only one Essence Soul Grass. If the refinement failed, it would be finished.

He sat cross-legged on the bed. Just as he was about to activate the Deductive Proficiency, his phone rang.

After a moment, he helplessly walked out of the villa.

It was his father