C147 Anger
A month later, inside the Medicine Pavilion, Jiang Xiaofan brought his hands together, and the Spiritual Herbs and Medicinal Vital before him were swiftly refined. In no time at all, a Tenth Grade Nine Nether Soul Suppressing Pill materialized before him.
He placed the pill into the porcelain bottle in front of him, gave it a shake, and a smirk played at the corner of his mouth