"What, do you think this pill is very good in color?"
As if Jericho had asked a very stupid question, Michael asked back, "You'd better take back the pill. If you really want to thank me, why don't you do me a favor?"
"What is it?"
Jericho was annoyed. It was impossible that the quality of the pill he had refined was not bad. The reason why this guy belittled him was obviously that he was not satisfied to only get one Spiritual Marrow Pill as a reward and wanted to get more benefits from him.
Michael said, "Bring me to the God of Martial Arts expert of your Sky Cauldron Sect!"
Jericho was stunned. He did not expect the other party to make such a request.
A God of Martial Arts expert would be someone of the level of the sect master and supreme elders of the Sky Cauldron Sect!
What was this guy trying to do?
He thought for a moment and had a guess. He sneered and said,