"However, this kind of charcoal is usually given priority to the Heavenly Prefecture's Great Liang Imperial City. In addition, the most ordinary pill formula costs more than a hundred taels."
"If you practice in the early stages and prepared dozens or hundreds of sets of medicinal herbs, you will be considered talented in alchemy if you can succeed once."
"It's very likely that you won't gain back a single tael even if you throw tens of thousands of taels of silver. In that case, do you still want to continue?"
"My budget is 4,000 taels of silver. I want to try." Han Zhao's smile did not fade.
"Brother Han, don't tell me you're some alchemy genius? After this, you'll become a low-grade alchemist in a short period of time and slap my face? That's what it says in the book."
Seeing that Han Zhao continued to insist, Yan Baichuan looked at him suspiciously.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Han Zhao waved his hand repeatedly.
