It was not those that had been chosen, but the hundreds of spiritual herbs that had not been chosen.
No matter how many spiritual herbs there were, they were all thrown into the cauldron.
Li Zhongjing's face twitched, and his aura fluctuated. He tried his best to control the Pill Fire and the crucible.
When all kinds of spiritual herbs entered the cauldron, he felt like he couldn't control them.
Most importantly, he had no idea what kind of herbs he was going to refine if he threw them into the cauldron!
Blind refinement?
At this moment, Zhu Guangshou and Wu Yazi were already laughing out loud.
Most of the surrounding alchemists shook their heads.
Even Yuan Mingjie frowned.
The Dao of alchemy was exquisite, and one had to carefully consider every detail.
How could he refine pills in such chaos?
Han Muye moved quickly and threw all the spiritual herbs into the cauldron in less than a hundred seconds.
