The tea Tinglan served was unexpectedly good; it was far better than what Li Ximing or Daoist Master Changxi had ever brewed. Li Ximing took a sip and sensed Tinglan’s enthusiasm for the matter ran rather deep, so he asked, “So it would take that long. I had hoped Daoist Friend could lend a hand, but I did not expect it would require such great effort…”0

Tinglan had been waiting for that question and replied simply, “Do not worry, Zhaojing. I too would like you to lend your hand and refine a pill for me.”0

“Refine a pill?” Li Ximing frowned and asked, “Is Daoist Friend unable to refine it with your own divine ability?”0

For one in the Purple Mansion Realm, a mere wave of the hand was enough to produce pills. If Tinglan was requesting his help, then the pill in question was certainly no ordinary pill.3

At his question, Tinglan gave a slight nod but said nothing. Instead, she turned to the yellow-robed cultivator of Purple Smoke Gate and said, “Danying, take this young...0