Gu Zhiqi nodded slightly, "Sort of."
Upon hearing this, Mu Huai suddenly gripped the counter more tightly, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Vermilion Pill, can you, can you make it?"
Gu Zhiqi nodded again.
"Crack"
The corner of the counter that Mu Huai was clutching was crushed and fell off, "Really?!"
His tone was somewhat nervous and expectant, his expression also looked quite excited.
Tang Yichen glanced at the piece of the counter that had been pulled off, and guessed silently that this man must be an ancient martial artist.
However, there wasn't a trace of Vital Energy radiating from him, making it impossible to discern his Ancient Martial Arts level.
Gu Zhiqi didn't speak again, nor did she make any further movements.
Mu Huai stood in front of the counter excitedly for a while, until he finally calmed down, cleared his throat lightly, and put both hands behind his back, "If you want to buy Xuan Yue Silk, you can."
