Fortunately, there was still a morning left, and Zhang Xiaowei did not need to be too anxious.
Given the situation, he could only focus on producing the Marrow-Cleansing Pill first.
He took a deep breath and calmed himself down.
Zhang Xiaowei switched his phone to silent mode and threw it inside the house, focusing on starting the alchemy.
Time trickled by, and the process of refining the Marrow-Cleansing Pill went very smoothly.
Compared to the previously refined Calming and Sleep-Aiding Pill, the Marrow-Cleansing Pill had taken a lot more of his energy.
Looking at the tiny amount of residue in the Pill Furnace, Zhang Xiaowei felt a pang of heartache.
Materials worth hundreds of thousands had yielded so little.
It seemed that it would be better to consume less of this thing in the future; it was simply too costly.
After sighing, Zhang Xiaowei immediately ran back into the house and swallowed the Marrow-Cleansing Pill in one gulp.
