Sun Pinghui looked at the richly dressed elder in front of him, his face filled with anger. He had not expected that after thirty years, his encounter with Medicine King Valley would be over their demand for the hemostatic powder.
"Sun Pinghui, don't play dumb, I know the hemostatic powder is nominally developed by that Qin Han, but it must be you using the medical skills of Medicine King Valley to develop it, simply letting him represent you!" the richly dressed elder said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Sun Pinghui's hands trembled with rage as he pointed at the richly dressed elder and said, "To think that Medicine King Valley would become so shameless under your control, why would I have Qin Han represent me for something I developed? That was his achievement, what am I worth in that?"