"Alright, Mr. Cheng, please wait a moment. We have the herbs you need here in the hall. I'll prepare the medicine for you."
Not long after, Lin Xuelian walked over and brought out five portions of herbs.
"Thank you."
Su Mu did not waste time. He took the herbs without inspection, directly paid five thousand five hundred taels of silver, and left.
Time flew by, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Inside the alchemy room, Su Mu's eyes reflected a gradually dimming flame. The gang force in his hands was slowly retracted, showing an expression of anticipation.
He had a premonition that this batch could succeed.
Whew!
Time seemed to slow down several times at this moment. Suddenly, the Three Flood Dragon Pill Furnace trembled slightly, wisps of faint red pill mist seeped out, weaving into strands in the void, ethereal like smoke.
