Wen Qingye walked over to Xiaxia's side and asked, "Are you all right?"
Xiaxia kicked the Black Shopkeeper's corpse viciously and muttered, "To think this was actually a Black Shop. It's so infuriating! Master, I'll take you to another store."
Wen Qingye shook his head and said, "Wait a moment."
Wen Qingye went to the square opening and grabbed a corner of the Pill Furnace inside. The veins on his arm bulged as a simple, pale purple Pill Furnace slowly emerged before Xiaxia's eyes.
"THUD!"
"Master, this Pill Furnace looks pretty good," Xiaxia said after circling it for a moment.
Wen Qingye smiled, walked over to the Pill Furnace, and examined it closely for a moment. "This should be a Fifth-Grade Pill Furnace."
Xiaxia said in surprise, "No way! That Black Shopkeeper actually had a Fifth-Grade Pill Furnace?"
