Chen Mo calmly put the phone back to his ear and slowly said, "I said I can refine this kind of pill!"
"Mm! But if you want me to refine pills, you'll have to provide compensation according to an alchemist's rules!" Chen Mo added.
"You! Just you wait!" Ning Yongzhi said nothing else. After saying "just you wait," he hung up.
"Uh! What do you mean by that? I should wait? Wait for what? At least tell me!" Hearing the "beep beep" from his phone, Chen Mo was speechless.
Well, since Ning Yongzhi had not said what he should wait for or given any other instructions, Chen Mo assumed that Ning Yongzhi did not want those pills. Ning Yongzhi had sounded somewhat loud on the phone, but who knew why?
With that thought in mind, Chen Mo turned around and went back to his other tasks.
After refining the Marrow Cleansing Pills this time, he felt that he had refined quite a few pills already and had gained considerable experience. Since he had some time, he might as well refine some more.
Marrow Cleansing Pills were mainly suitable for Martial Artists and Ordinary People, and were of little use to Chen Mo. So, he wanted to refine Qi Condensation Pills, Dragon Blood Pills, Zeng Yuan Pills, Spirit Recovery Pills, and the like.
He also planned to refine some healing pills for cultivators. That way, if he encountered trouble after going out, he would have something useful on hand. Besides, he also needed to prepare some powdered medicines for healing injuries and treating wounds in Ordinary People.
Thus, Chen Mo spent the entire day refining pills. Of course, he did not actually refine that many. Pills for cultivators, such as Dragon Snow Pills and Spirit Recovery Pills, took time to make,