Aaron?!
He felt like he had heard that name from somewhere.
It sounded really familiar but Maxwell couldn't recall why. He only felt that he heard that name before.
Of course…
He was never a person to struggle over issues like this. Since he couldn't remember it, he wouldn't continue thinking about it. Maxwell immediately smiled and asked: "Old Senior Aaron, may I take a cauldron to concoct my medicinal pills?"
Maxwell had been refining pills so far with something equivalent to a broken clay pot.
These kinds of pill concocting wares littered the main street stalls.
And if one wasn't careful in controlling their refinement, using such wares to concoct pills can easily cause the mana to escape from the spiritual herb. The energy would have a hard time fusing together, and the success rate of completion would be greatly lowered.
