"Can I end the process of concocting now?"
"your mentality is not fit for pill cultivation. It seems I need to modify the teaching plan to temper your patience. From now onwards till the end of the next year, you are going to switch to the next level only after concocting 10 batches of pill of the top grade."
Long Tao stood there, gaping at the blank air in front of him. 10 batches of top-grade pills. It was too much of a mental burden on him, but the hall master didn't even bother to look at him after completing his sentence. Although the benefits obtained were enormous, Long Tao liked to calm his mind down once in a while.
"What is the basis of me passing the test you put forward?"
"If you find yourself good enough to be the master of this artifact, one of the future crimson lords, then complete the task given to you till the end."
