"Are you serious?!" Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up. Even the high-grade alchemists of Heavenly Saint Grotto-Heaven probably only dared to say that there was a 40% success rate. Han Zhao's more than 30% confidence was indeed very high.
Just now, he was still thinking that if Han Zhao was willing, he could bring the Nine Bend Spirit Peach back to the grotto-heaven to beg someone to refine pills.
However, doing that would cost him too many favors.
Moreover, the first time he refined this kind of medicinal pill, he was 40% confident, but it did not mean that he would definitely succeed. It was also possible for him to fail all three cauldrons.
Even if the Longevity Prolonging Pill was successfully refined, there would at most be one or two pills in a furnace.
If there was only one cauldron of pills and one Longevity Prolonging Pill, it would be difficult to distribute.
"Absolutely," Han Zhao said confidently.
