But in Yue Jinghua's eyes, those hundreds of thousands of Dark Pills were just like passing clouds - today they came into her hands, tomorrow they would be passed on again.
She didn't know if it was because she looked too much like a fat sheep, but lately, her subordinates, one by one, were spending money extravagantly—almost lavishly.
First, Hong Yao kept sighing, complaining that the recent stock of Elixir Pills at the pharmacy were incomplete and insufficient, with no inventory left, hoping that Yue Jinghua would sympathize with the vast needs of the mercenaries, urging her to diligently practice Alchemy, to make more and better Elixir Pills.
Yue Jinghua was forced to refine pills for a day and a night before Hong Yao, contented, finally left with a pile of Elixir Pills.
Just as Yue Jinghua hadn't recovered her Yuan Qi, Shalman came knocking at her door.
