"How is our production speed on the Thousand Dream Powder?" Amon asked.
"We have hired ten new alchemists with the potential to become pill masters. They have managed to drive up the productivity by thirty percent," San Guo reported. "We should be able to sell more."
"Don't put too much in the market. Keep selling at the same pace. We don't want to flood the market. We have to keep this product exclusive, so that we can drive the price higher. Here, these ingredients should be enough to last for one year of production."
Amon handed a space ring to San Guo.
"One year?" San Guo asked. He usually received the stock monthly.
Amon nodded. "I am leaving White Cloud city after next month."
"Where are you going?"
"Qishurg City."
"Qishurg city? Wait… Are you joining the royal academy entrance test that takes place every five years?"
