He scattered the grounded herb powder, swabbed the herbal liquid and tossed it around. The motions were repeated, and each step was carefully executed. The pills gradually took shape in the tray and slowly became bigger.
Ideally, this process should not be disrupted and should be completed at once.
Outside the cottage, the morning sun rose. It flushed red like fire, and when it was at a medium altitude, the sunlight shone with radiance.
It's completed!
When the sun rose to its highest point, in the cottage, on the tray, the pills had fully formed.
He did not make as much as before—only around ten pills. The sizes were larger, around the size of a peanut.
Whew! Wang Yao heaved a sigh of relief.
The whole process looked like a simple repetition, but in reality, it consumed a lot of energy.
"Thankfully, there's not much waste."
