Mo Liancheng gave a faint smile, "If you have anything to say, elder, feel free to speak plainly."
"You used the Yudao Sect's thousands of years of spiritual medicine reserves to produce 283 elixirs, not counting what that little girl consumed. How about leaving behind a hundred for us?" The old man's voice was gentle and friendly, without the slightest bit of aggression. His tone even carried a warm smile.
It was truly hard to dislike, yet Mo Liancheng and Qu Tan'er were both utterly shocked.
These old men, they actually knew everything?
Indeed, after calculating, it really was 283 elixirs, not one off.
