"Are you tired?" Huangfu qingjue turned around and helped Ling Chuxi pull back a strand of her long hair. He looked at her slightly tired face and asked with heartache.
"I'm not tired. I've figured out another spiritual herb. I'm only three types away from completing the pill recipe." Ling Chuxi leaned on his chest and said happily.
In fact, a complete pill recipe was not as simple as just the types of spiritual herbs. The amount of each type of spiritual herb also had a lot of considerations. A slight difference could lead to a huge difference. However, with Ling Chuxi's understanding of alchemy and the heaven and earth Law, as long as she knew the types of spiritual herbs, it was not difficult to deduce the proportion.
"Don't work too hard. There's still time. Look at how tired you are. " Huangfu qingjue said pitifully. He looked at the sky and said,"it's still early. Let's sleep for a while."
