Ye Chen's eyes shimmered, thoughts rapidly swirling in his mind.
"Fatty, are you sure this pill is safe?"
Even though he was immune to a thousand poisons, this toxic pill was given by the emissary from the Heaven-Burying Coffin, so he couldn't be reckless!
Fatty patted his chest and said, "When it comes to understanding pills, there's no one stronger than me in the entire Eastern Region. I'm just not strong enough to refine sacred or emperor pills yet."
Ye Chen: "Alright."
Saying that, he directly threw the bottle into the Storage Ring.
Fatty looked hurt, saying, "…You don't trust me?"
Ye Chen: "I trust you, but I don't need to take it. Just go back and tell that big fatty I took it."
Fatty looked full of resentment: "You still don't trust me."
Ye Chen: "I trust you, but I'm dubious about your pill-making skills..."
