King Daoguang hesitated for a moment. "This naturally isn't a problem. The formula for the Poison Concealment Pill isn't anything precious. But Daoist Friend Yang Chen, you probably haven't refined this Poison Concealment Pill before, have you? You don't truly think that just because it solves a miasma problem, it can be considered some ordinary pill, do you?"
Madam Qiumei had also guessed Yang Chen's intentions.
Yang Chen clearly intended to take the formula and refine the pill himself.
"Daoist Friend Yang Chen, Brother Daoguang has studied this formula for decades and still cannot confidently refine it. There is no need for you to keep troubling yourself. Let Brother Gu return and fetch it instead," Madam Qiumei said.
If Yang Chen were truly allowed to refine it, it might as well be better to have Gu Duanhe go back and retrieve it. The round trip would not take long.
Yang Chen could neither laugh nor cry. These two had thought it through rather simply. A few months? Even he did not know how long this would delay them.
He could not boast too much at this moment, so he said, "It is nothing. I consider myself somewhat accomplished in alchemy. If you give me the formula, perhaps I can bring the two of you some pleasant surprises."
King Daoguang and Madam Qiumei hesitated for a moment.
Gu Duanhe chuckled at this time, rather curious. "Why not let Daoist Friend Yang Chen try the formula?"
Only after hearing Gu Duanhe's words did King Daoguang shake his head. Still looking unconvinced, he handed the formula to Yang Chen.
Yang Chen accepted the formula, looked it over, and nodded.
It was a high-tier Divine Grade pill. No wonder King Daoguang had studied it for so long without successfully refining it.
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