C39 There Are No Pills That I Cannot Refine

On the second floor of the pavilion was a dark and quiet pill refining room. In the center of the room, there was a bronze pill furnace that was blazing with blazing flames.

An old man with white hair was pouring medicinal pills into the pill furnace in accordance with the pill formula in his hand.

The ground was covered in pitch black dregs, indicating that it had undergone many experiments