"Senior, is there anything else?" Ning Cheng saw the short and fat old man's pained expression without speaking and asked again.
The short and fat old man hesitated for a moment before saying, "Anyway, since you are here for the alchemy assessment, concocting ordinary Tao Pills is also acceptable."
Ning Cheng understood what the short and fat old man meant; this old guy wanted him to casually concoct a few batches of Tao Pills, whether successful or not, he wouldn't care. The more common the Tao Pills he concocted, the less the Pill Association would have to pay, and in the end, the Dan marrow would still belong to the Pill Association.
"I heard that during the alchemy saint assessment, half of the Tao Pills I concoct are mine. Besides, are Purple Sky Pill materials that precious? This is the most ordinary batch I plan to concoct," Ning Cheng snickered.
