[...Reflecting back three days ago, when concocting the Thundering Bull Pill, I prepared ten portions of materials, opened the alchemy furnace atop Qingya Peak, the mountain breeze was refreshing, the sun bright, I was in a good mood, feeling great]
[The first batch of materials turned into a full furnace of black ash, regarded it as finding my rhythm, warming up the alchemy furnace]
Huh?
Bai Mo furrowed his brows.
Using a whole set of materials for the Thundering Bull Pill just to find rhythm, to warm the alchemy furnace?
So extravagant?
Could the stingy Marquis Qing Yue put up with this?
Wouldn't he have the alchemist's head plucked off?
[The second batch of materials, just as it was about to be ready, failed at the last moment, upon opening the cover, there was only a charred elixir pill]
Hmm?
Another wasted batch of materials?
This alchemist must be feeling pretty miserable too, right?
