The next morning, everyone came to Zhao Hai's room. Zhao Hai gave each of them a pill and told them to go back to their rooms to take the blade. Then, they circulated the energy in their bodies to absorb the medicinal effect.
Zhao Hai was alone in the campsite, slowly sorting out the remaining herbs. He planned to make a batch of pills today. Although the effects of this pill could not catch Zhao Hai's attention, it was the best pill that Zhao Hai could make under the current circumstances.
It wasn't impossible for Zhao Hai to make his own pills, but if he did, it would arouse everyone's suspicion. Besides, there was no need for that. From the looks of it, the pills he had made were enough.
