Another half a day passed but Ye Mo was still revising his pill concoction process.
Ever since he became a pill king, he had never taken so much time to think about his pill concoction process besides that time at the Pill City tournament. Usually he would try again immediately if he made a mistake. Through practice, he would be able to quickly find out the problem.
But now his herbs didn't belong to him. He would have to pay compensation if he wasted them, but he didn't have anything to pay with.
Just when he was revising the spirit gathering process, he was shaken and realized something.
