C997 Refining Pills

From White-clothed Scribe's point of view, the Green-clothed Youth in front of him was completely unrelated to his guesses. Even if White-clothed Scribe wanted to advise him, he was unable to do so.

"Is there nothing else you want to say?" Seeing White-clothed Scribe not say anything for a long time and also sensing the auras of many cultivators approaching