In three days' time, Ling Han had concocted a total of twenty-nine cauldrons of improved Meridian Exploration Pills, which almost tired him to death.
Since his cultivation level had reached a certain level, he had never been so tired from alchemy.
However, he was also very satisfied, because he now had about 90 Meridian Exploration Pills in his possession. This could probably bring him millions in income.
It was really too easy for alchemists to earn money. Even Formation Masters couldn't compare.
Because the staff of Mercy Medicine Hall were all very busy today, and even a second-generation young master like Pan Hu had to entertain profligate young masters, so he didn't come to pick Ling Han up.
Ling Han didn't mind. It wasn't like he didn't have arms and legs, so how could he not go himself?
He brought his little female attendant with him, and called for a car. Very soon, they arrived at Mercy Medicine Hall.
Goodness.
