Three parts of a smile hung at the corners of Wentian's mouth as he immediately returned to the Pill Hall.
Seeing him return, Deacon Chen stepped forward and asked.
"It is nothing. The Lei family invited this poor Daoist over to discuss matters of the Alchemy Dao. It has already ended."
"That is good." Deacon Chen said, "The imperial clan has come to urge us. I hope Master Sanshu can refine twelve high-grade Divine Will Pills as soon as possible."
Even when the imperial clan had the Pill Hall refine pills, they would symbolically provide spirit stones.
Otherwise, how could the vast Pill Hall be maintained? Whether it was the consecrated alchemists' monthly salary, task rewards, purchasing spirit herbs, all of it required spirit stones to circulate.
And most of the pills the Pill Hall refined were supplied to the imperial clan.
The rest were taken to the market town for sale, or traded with the various aristocratic families.
"This poor Daoist understands."
