Can She Make It?

Old Man Ba pulled Feng Wu toward the refinery as he spoke. "Gosh, that man. I've studied that ancient pill recipe carefully, and theoretically, it's doable. But when it comes to actual practice, I ran into some issues. I put in the right portion of Star Demon Grass and set the heat like you told me to, but something just isn't right. Come, let's talk inside —"

If martial arts maniacs existed on this continent, Old Man Ba would definitely qualify as a medicine maniac.

Where refining medicine was concerned, everything else had to wait.

The old steward smiled awkwardly as he watched his master listen attentively to Miss Feng Wu. If word got out, no one would believe that a prominent medicine refiner like Old Man Ba would be taking advice from the so-called useless Miss Wu.