C127 It Was Not Worth It

"Hmm, Hee Yong, the purity of the Three Leaves Grass isn't high enough, and the flame temperature is too low. Refine it once more."

Hee Qingzhi moved among his eight disciples, each stationed before their own pill furnace with flames dancing beneath. Under his guidance, they were all engaged in the delicate art of pill refining.

"Jiao Zuo, you've overheated the Wandering Flower Flame