Staring at the Life Creation Pill in the Divine King's hand, the middle-aged man was filled with doubt.
Carefully examining the opposite party once more, he indeed felt no cultivator's aura from the Divine King.
"Could it be a bluff?"
He mused to himself; even the old Wang family's son, from his sect, might not easily find a pill to extend life.
Not to mention, a so-called hundred-year extension, it seemed like sheer fantasy.
Despite such thoughts, the man didn't voice them, instead, he smiled. Anyway, he planned to give the candied hawthorn sticks to Little Ziyue; then it made no difference whether the pill was real or not.
"Hehehe, Little Ziyue can finally eat candied hawthorn sticks."
When the Divine King handed the pill to the man, Little Ziyue unceremoniously snatched the two strings of candied hawthorn.
"Business is hard; it's better to head home early today."
