With that, the young man pulled another pill from his tunic and popped it into his mouth—though it was, of course, far inferior to the Tianxiang Soul-Returning Powder.
"What do you mean, you don't want it?" Qian Hao's tone carried a hint of anger. He was a proud man, and in his eyes, offering charity to someone who refused it was a direct insult to his face.
Yet he had far more important matters to attend to right now. He let out a cold laugh, muttering, "Unappreciative wretch."
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