"You're young, yet you can see things so clearly."
Zhang Tianyang gave Han Zheng a slightly curious look.
He had not expected him to say something so philosophical.
"By the way, Lord Zhang, let's look for the pills first. I only shattered the pill furnace just now. Even if I cut the pills in half, they should still be usable, right?"
Han Zheng looked at the shattered fragments of the pill furnace and deliberately said this.
Zhang Tianyang shook his head. "Don't waste your effort looking. That strike of yours was like pulling the firewood from beneath the cauldron—you cut away all of Yuan Longshan's hope.
The art of pill refinement places the greatest importance on this: if the spirit pill is not complete, the pill fire must not cease.
Even if the pill fire went out, this batch of pills would have been ruined, much less when you directly shattered the pill furnace.
The furnace had accumulated immense medicinal power and heat. When you struck it, it all exploded into dust and flying ash. There's nothing left to find."
Han Zheng shook his head and said regretfully, "That was divine medicine capable of remaking one's body from the marrow up. What a waste."
"By the way, what do you plan to do now? You cut off Yuan Longshan's head. There will have to be an explanation afterward.
Of course, even if you hadn't cut off his head, as someone involved in and witness to this matter, there would still have to be an explanation."
Han Zheng froze. "An explanation? Yuan Longshan brought this upon himself. Was I wrong to kill him?"
"Of course you weren't wrong. If Yuan Longshan had succeeded, then I would have died for nothing, and those brothers Yuan Longshan brought along would have died for