C145 Nascent soul stage

"Kid, what you said are all lies. Master, don't believe that brat's nonsense. How could this pill be poisonous? You personally refined it for me. "

Hearing that, Sun Zifang's mouth revealed a pleased expression, and said indifferently.

In his opinion, his master was a grade-3 intermediate apothecary. His pill refining skills were far beyond ordinary people