But......

Mo Fanyan couldn't help but sigh slightly, thinking of the many spirit grasses that had been wasted in the middle, and felt a pain in his flesh!

If you could refine some more three-grade gain pills at that time, wouldn't you make a lot of money now?

But if this sentence is heard by other alchemists, maybe it should be...

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