Meng Hao hesitated for a moment but then seemed to have made his decision.
"Sir," he said, his voice resolute, "since you seem to place such faith in me, then… I will do the concocting! I will use everything I have learned to concoct the Soul Refining Pill for your honored Sect!
"As for your kindness, it will be engraved upon my mind forever. How about this. I'm sorry to say that I can't do a bulk concoction. Concocting the pills that way might simplify things on my part, but the medicinal strength would be average, and the pills wouldn't be as effective. Each person's soul has slight differences. If I adjust each medicinal pill based on those differences, then I can concoct pills with maximum possible medicinal strength!"
Patriarch Violet Sieve looked at Meng Hao thoughtfully for a moment. From the moment Fang Mu had entered the Sect, Patriarch Violet Sieve had not noticed anything about him that was amiss.
