Without any hesitation, Mo Xie started, he flicked his fingers as the herbs were tended immediately. Flames started to wrap around all of the herbs simultaneously.
"This... He's not using a cauldron?"
"He's simultaneously melting the herbs as well?!"
Two elders uttered in shock, one then added: "Even if they are of low-grade herbs, they each need different kinds of heat level to melt."
"Yes, if you melt one recklessly, the essence can easily turn into gas, evaporating and being useless!"
They looked at Mo Xie like looking at a crazy person.
"Those batches... it's enough to create a thousand pills... if he continues this, then... I guess he can luckily create one?" An elder uttered in shock.
Meanwhile, Zhongzi frowned, and as he was having the same thought as the rest, he suddenly shuddered, his body trembled slightly as he extended his spiritual senses ahead.
