Letter
Xie Qing was in his rented house. In front of him was a pot filled with herbs of different colors and aromas.
"So... In pill refining, the most important thing is to maintain the right temperature."
The young man had been mastering new techniques and recipes for a long time, eventually forming his own efficient one.
Although his flame had no special qualities, it was powerful enough and good enough to refine quite complex pills.
In the end, thanks to the fact that he was getting better and better with each pill, he was able to reach for high-level pills.
"So... It looks like everything is ready." Xie Qing sighed and summoned up his courage: "If I can't do it, I'll blow this pot to hell."
...the pot would have released cold sweat, hearing such a thing about itself. However, fortunately, it was just an object.
In the end, after a long cooking process, Xie Qing was able to make a single pill.