C1277 Looking at the Dumbfounded Palace Mistress

Zhang Xing tapped the short sword with a look of dissatisfaction and casually tossed it into a heap of materials. With a wave of his hand, he summoned hundreds of different refining materials and dumped them into the crafting furnace, then turned up the heat a notch.

Approaching the alchemy furnace, he gave the lid a solid pat.

With a hum, three pills shot out from the furnace