"Boss, why did you come out alone? Where's the Young Master? Didn't you persuade him to give up on alchemy? Those spiritual ingredients are worth a fortune! I emptied my coffers for them. We can't just let them go to waste!"
The thirty-foot-tall blue stone doors were pushed open. Seeing only the Old Master emerge, the Second Master grew anxious and spoke in a hushed voice.
To procure the spiritual ingredients needed to refine the King Breakthrough Pill this time,
he had bled himself dry.
The ingredients for the King Breakthrough Pill were precious to begin with.
And they had needed them urgently.
Those treasure seekers and certain Ancient Clans, whose eyes lit up at the sight of money, had fleeced them mercilessly.
Many factions with some knowledge of alchemy were utterly puzzled.
Why had the Blade and Sword Brotherhood suddenly demanded so many incomparably precious alchemy ingredients?
Ingredients of this caliber
could only be used to refine peerless pills.
But no one had heard of a supreme alchemist presiding over the Blade and Sword Brotherhood!
"With the Myriad Dynasty War approaching, the Young Master needs a divine pill to stabilize his king foundation. He has no choice but to refine it," the Old Master said.
This time,
he too had poured in countless spiritual treasures.
They were all things he had saved up over the years.
Truth be told,
his heart ached too.
But for Xiao Chen's sake,
he had to hand them over, however much it hurt.
"If he must refine it, he should at least pay to hire a renowned alchemist!" the Second Master muttered.
"Who in all of Great Xia can refine the King Breakthrough Pill?" the Old Master countered.
The King Breakthrough Pill had been lost for countless years.
There had long since been no