Mo Yulin’s face lost its look of rage, replaced by an expression of impatient greed. Although he was saddened by the death of his son, he still had another. As long as he had enough pills, he could easily cultivate a successor. Furthermore, with a sufficient supply of pills, he could stabilize the Mo Family as the number one ancient martial arts family—the very ambition that drove his desire to be the head of the family.
"The pills were refined by me. Is there a problem?" Su Lin said nonchalantly.
"What?" Mo Yulin’s pupils constricted, and he studied Su Lin with an expression of disbelief.
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