A white-haired elder spoke with his brows tightly knitted. "The fighting at the front is perilous. The Wei Kingdom has a great many martial experts accompanying its army, with no shortage of Astral Force and Transforming Force cultivators at the front. Many of our disciples have respectable cultivation, but they would still likely suffer heavy casualties if they went."
"But if we keep everyone here to refine pills, it will be difficult to answer to the Imperial Court. It wants more than pills; it also needs a certain number of martial artists to head to the battlefield."
Another elder pondered for a moment before slowly proposing, "Then why not divide them into two groups? Let those with poorer pill-refining skills march with the army and support it in battle."
"The remaining disciples and pill refiners can stay at the sect and concentrate on refining medicines to supply the front. That way, we can obey the imperial decree while safeguarding the sect's foundations."
Everyone's gaze unconsciously settled on Lin Fan, who stood to one side. The perfect high-grade pills he refined were now far superior to ordinary high-grade pills and had long since earned widespread renown in the martial world. If his pills were sent to the front, they could greatly improve the army's martial artists' endurance and fighting strength.
The Sect Master looked at Lin Fan and asked calmly, "Elder Lin, what do you intend to do? Will you accompany the group to the border, or stay at the sect and fire up your furnace to refine pills?"
Lin Fan cupped his hands slightly, his expression calm. "I choose to stay at the sect and refine pills. The battlefield is dangerous, and if I leave, I fear there will be no one to look after my young sister in our