C18 Chapter eighteen
"What did you just say, kid?"
As he stared at Peter, David Wells scoffed.
"Let's compete. If you win, I swear I'll turn back and depart from the Rare Pill Pavilion as soon as possible. I'm not even going to frown."
"For the Body Control Pill, prepare three sets of ingredients!"
David Wells snorted coldly and said.
This time, he intended to refine a Tier 2 high-level pill