Refining Sixth-Grade Pills, the Central Continent's Business (3)

However, Daoist He Yang was not an itinerant cultivator. He was richer than Guan Chaosheng.

"Miss Bai, Seventh Elder." Daoist He Yang walked forward, cupped his hands, and turned to look at Han Muye. "Mr. Han, thank you."

Han Muye's identity was no secret.

But then it was a secret.

Only those whom Bai Suzhen had contacted and made a deal with had a chance to see him in person.

Without any pleasantries, they entered the Daoist temple. Then Han Muye walked into the quiet room.

In the room, there were three sets of spiritual herbs prepared by Daoist He Yang.

There was also a jade slip on the small table.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a formation disk flew out, sealing the surrounding space.

Refining a sixth-grade pill was no longer difficult for the current Han Muye.

However, he needed to figure out the new pill formula.