"This this..."
Zhou Yi was so astonished that he was rendered speechless, staring blankly at Mu Jinyu.
"Huh..."
Mu Jinyu did not pay attention to their reactions. Upon seeing the Red Dragon Whiskers return to the condition they were in when they had just been picked, he ceased operating his cultivation technique, and instantly the spring breeze stopped, and the fragrance of flowers withdrawn.
"Alright, can this prove now that I know Alchemy and can also prepare the Mysterious Yang Pill?"
Only then did Mu Jinyu raise his eyes, gazing at Zhou Yi and the others, with a slight lift of his lips, evoking a half-smiling expression.
Zhou Yi's complexion was ashen, accompanied by embarrassment and self-mockery, but his slightly cloudy eyes still held a touch of shock and excitement.
Upon hearing Mu Jinyu's words, his body shuddered, and without hesitation, he bent his crooked back and sighed deeply, "I owe you an apology, I truly underestimated you before. I'm sorry!"
