"That's right, you'll be refining Transformation Pills."
"There are ten sets of medicinal herbs here. At a minimum, you must refine seven Transformation Pills."
"If you fail to produce seven, then buy the medicinal herbs yourselves."
Hearing Chen Changsheng's demands, Guan Ping immediately pulled a long face.
"Sir, Transformation Pills are Ninth Grade Pills, and they're among the more difficult Ninth Grade Pills to refine."
"How could we possibly have a seventy percent pill formation rate?"
Faced with Guan Ping's complaints, Chen Changsheng, who was engraving an array, turned to look at the two of them.
"How you achieve a seventy percent pill formation rate is your business."
"The extra three batches of medicinal herbs aren't a margin for error I gave you. They're your chance to pay off your debts."
"A few days ago, you caused a huge brawl at the Lu Family Auction House and damaged many of its facilities."
"I trust the two of you have already received Lu Mingyu's bill."
"Acquaintance is acquaintance, but debts must still be repaid."
"If you can't pay up in ten days, this bill will be sent to your sects and families."
"As for whose face gets disgraced then, that won't be my concern."
The moment those words came out, Guan Ping, who had been pondering how to cut corners, panicked.
"Sir, you can't calculate the bill like that!"
"We stood up for Sister Shui Yue. Sister Shui Yue is your person, so how can the entire bill be put on our heads?"
"The reasoning is correct, but I can't exactly build a herb garden for you for nothing, can I?"
"Is the fee for me personally creating the herb garden worth less than this tiny little bill?"
"You want to settle accounts with me? Did you sleep until your brain