Late at night, at the rooftop of a skyscraper.
Tang Hao was sitting there with an alchemist's furnace in front of him. Fire was burning brightly within the furnace, and the popping wisps of flame illuminated his face.
Ever since he obtained the alchemist's furnace, Tang Hao had been studying the art of pill-making.
Making pills was harder than crafting talismans. Even in ancient times, not many cultivators dabbled in the art of pill-making.
There was a shortage of resources in modern times, making pill-making harder than ever.
Even if it might be difficult, Tang Hao was still eager to learn it. There were many types of alchemical pills. Some improved upon one's level of cultivation, and some caused great harm. Another type was called medical pills.
Even as alchemical pills, medical pills had miraculous effects. The most amazing ones could restore flesh to the bone and return life to the dead.
