Su Yue gently stroked the wooden parrot.
The trip to Mao Yao City had come to a perfect conclusion for Su Yue.
He had already figured out the formula for the Frost Vine Armor antidote and was manufacturing it in large quantities.
Although Lan Wei was the only alchemist, there were plenty of laborers in Chaotic Camp Mountain, and with ample raw materials, Su Yue could produce tens of thousands in three days.
After all, this pill wasn't anything too complicated.
"Should I directly give the antidote formula to the Research Institute or the Elixir Group?"
Su Yue stood atop a tree on Nine Beasts Mountain.
He remembered the words of Liu Yizhou.
That's right.
Divine Land is my motherland, my home.
But this is everyone's home.
Dad and I are a small family.
If I give the formula to Dad, and he hands it over to the Research Institute, would that give him a chance for merits leading to a reduced sentence?
My godfather was right.
