Late at night, in Chu Xisheng's room, a fresh scent of medicine permeated the air.
The Chu siblings both had solemn expressions, staring intently at a square table in front of them.
There was nothing on the table except for a ceramic medicine bowl.
Inside the bowl was a lump of black paste.
This was an auxiliary ingredient for the secret medicine of the third layer of the Nourishing Essence Skill, which had already been prepared, just waiting for the final main ingredient to be added.
Both of them were somewhat nervous, their faces tense.
Compounding secret medicine carried the risk of failure.
One wrong step or too much or too little of an ingredient could lead to failure.
That would mean that the over a thousand taels of Demon Silver they had spent would all be in vain.
This was a cost they could not afford, especially since Chu Xisheng would face two extremely dangerous life-and-death battles in just three days.
