Looking at Zhou Sicheng in front, Zhou Yu gave a faint smile.
"Just say it directly."
"What do you want?"
Zhou Sicheng said:
"Then I will be straightforward."
"About the pill medicine Chan Yufeng just refined..."
"Ah, hold on!"
Zhou Yu immediately refused.
"That pill medicine, I have a use for it, selling is impossible."
Speaking, Zhou Yu directly put the pill medicine away.
Upon hearing this, a flash of disappointment crossed Zhou Sicheng's eyes.
At the same time, he discreetly glanced at the Shi Feng Staff in Zhou Yu's hand.
Zhou Yu noticed this yet did not hurry, instead slowly put it away.
During this time, if anyone had any thoughts, they had enough time to act.
However, in the end, nothing happened.
Zhou Sicheng sighed.
"Then I can only settle for the next best thing."
"I need some ninth-grade pill medicines, or spiritual medicines would also work."
