C47 It Doesn't Matter If You Have It or Not.

In the hushed hall of Fortune Inn, everyone's gaze was fixed on Jiang Xiaofan, their faces etched with confusion. The fire in the furnace had barely come to life, and the air was devoid of the customary scent of pills. Yet, Jiang Xiaofan had swung the furnace door open, signaling the end of his pill refining