The walls, ceiling, and floor were all made from mithril plates. The frosted mithril possessed just the right degree of sheen. Though the room was brightly lit, it reflected none of the harsh glare, only sending gentle ripples of silvery-white radiance flowing like water.
Besides being the finest medium for magical affinity and energy transmission, pure mithril possessed an extremely unusual property—it could nearly eradicate every kind of bacteria and virus found in nature. In other words, if someone could afford the extravagance of using a mithril container to store food, that food would never mold or spoil.
The pharmacists of the Western Continent had discovered this trait long ago, and they had put it to excellent use.
Thus, owning a laboratory inlaid with pure mithril plates had become the single most crucial measure of a secret pharmacist's power on the continent. Many extraordinarily rare secret medicines could only be concocted in an absolutely sterile environment, and only within mithril's embrace could such an environment exist.
The laboratory before them was over a hundred meters long and wide, and roughly twenty meters high. The amount of mithril used here was astronomical; the mithril in this laboratory alone was worth over ten billion gold coins.
A Hydra statue carved from pure mithril stood in the center of the laboratory. The great serpent's nine heads stretched out in every direction, faint light pouring from their open jaws. That light could drive away dust and purify the air.
Mr. Mo, dressed in a form-fitting white robe and wearing a crystal mask, stood spotlessly clean in a corner of the laboratory, silently watching a crystal vessel beneath the serpent statue.
The coffin-like crystal vessel, shaped like a smooth olive, was a secret treasure the E Mountain Hermit Society had excavated from some ancient ruin