C95 The Mystery of a Poem

Uncle Jian looked at Weiqing, and asked in disbelief: "Weiqing, are these the spiritual pill you refined?"

Weiqing shook his head, then nodded and laughed: "This spiritual pill, is not, it should be a spirit medicine, I have indeed refined it. It's just a substandard product that I forged using excess waste materials. A real spiritual pill, haha