A Person's Birthday

At that moment, the night wind blew and the seawater flowed gently, patting the surroundings of the small boat and squeezing out a lot of grayish-black water foam.

It also caused the small boat to sway slightly and emit creaking sounds.

In the black tent, Xu Qing was seriously refining pills.

As he took out the medicinal herbs one by one, he either plucked the leaves, squeezed the juice, or extracted the stamens. He cooked them skillfully and gradually and there was more and more medicinal liquid in the stone bowl.

After checking the ratio and adjusting it, Xu Qing began to put in the seven-leaf grass. Just like that, when midnight arrived, Xu Qing carefully dripped the juice of the spirit condensation leaf into the black medicinal liquid.