"That's right!" Ye Qingchen nodded.
'Forget it, forget it! Let's buy some spares from this kid first. Otherwise, if I have nothing to show when I return, the boss will definitely have a go at me.'
"Give me a bottle of Essence Qi Pills first!" Zhu Wenhao had no other choice, just about to pay with spirit stones, when he suddenly saw Ye Qingchen leisurely take out herbs and an alchemy furnace. He was dumbfounded: "Don't you have any ready-made pills?"
"No. If you need them, I'll refine them for you now." Ye Qingchen replied leisurely.
Hundreds of people, thousands of medicines.
How could he possibly prepare all the pills in advance?
"Ah? So I have to wait for you to finish the pills, won't it take until tomorrow?" Zhu Wenhao was nearly in tears.
A bottle of pills has at least a hundred or eighty pieces, and a usual alchemist can make at most seven or eight in a furnace. Someone like Alchemist Bai Mu can make more than twenty in one furnace.
