Won't Take Responsibility for Suckering You to Death
編輯: Henyee Translations
Ding. The medicinal cauldron produced a faint sound. In the period between putting in the herbs and pill formation, Qiao Mu basically didn't need to lift a finger.
Furthermore, because she was only producing a high-grade beautifying pill, she didn't need to use additional mystic energy to fan the flames.
The pill took shape after only five minutes, which made Miss Qiao very satisfied.
With a whisk of her sleeve, there was a faint fragrance emanating from the two pills that jumped out from the cauldron, promptly hitting her in the face.
After Wei Ziqin stepped through the door, she took a deep sniff before exclaiming excitedly, "Daughter! You're refining pills right now. Did Mom disturb you?"
Qiao Mu couldn't resist facepalming, especially since she kept feeling that her mom was abnormally overexcited about her ability to refine pills.