"Void spirit divine-grade!" Ye Yuan lightly spat out four words from his mouth.
Zhao Jian laughed loudly when he heard it and said, "Kid, I see that you're not here to sell medicinal pills, you're here to swindle and deceive people, right? Claiming void spirit divine-grade, you're not scared of spraining your tongue when bragging! In this Riverluck Capital City, there has yet to be any alchemist who dared to make this boast of being able to refine void spirit divine-grade medicinal pills. Who the hell do you think you are?"
Su Ting was not as domineering as Zhao Jian, but she also did not believe Ye Yuan's words at all.
In her heart, she already designated Ye Yuan as a liar.
"Forget it, Eldest Senior Brother. Let's go." Su Ting said.