"Do you have Purified Bottles?"
He Luo glared and coldly snorted with a discontent face.
The little fat boy, He Lai, was startled, as he secretly glimpsed at Mo Duanhun and Shi Yan. The fat on his face piled up, as he pushed an ugly smile, "There are Purified Bottles, but they are only semi-finished products. I gathered all the required materials, and put them inside a small volcano's lava for seven days. But they are not fully complete yet as the density of the smelting process was not enough and the fire power was not enough either. The temperature of the lava is limited, so I still can't refine all of the impurities in the materials."
With a crying face, The little fat boy took out an ugly-looking, dark brown bottle with many spots covering it.
He Luo frowned, "Is there a way to make this semi-finished product complete?"
