Tang Changsheng did not dwell on it. Seas turned to mulberry fields, and the place had survived the Great Calamity besides. If Jinghong Temple's lineage had been severed, its people might have become ordinary folk...
Back when he had yet to open his Heavenly Heart, he might have met the same fate under such circumstances.
So although Tang Changsheng had his doubts, he did not pursue them.
The helicopter circled Jinghong Temple several times. Elder Yuan studied Tang Changsheng's expression and asked with a smile, "Well? Is the place to your liking?"
Tang Changsheng nodded slightly. His Pill Refining and cultivation did not demand much of an auspicious site, and this was surely among the finest this world had to offer. He smiled. "Let's go down and have a look!"
Seeing that he was pleased, Elder Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
However high his position, Elder Yuan still had to take good care of Tang Changsheng. One way or another, he needed Tang Changsheng to produce a batch of pills.
He was not the only one who needed those Spirit-Nourishing Pills. Many more people were waiting behind him, eyes wide with hope!
Tang Changsheng, by contrast, felt far more at ease!
For anyone else, refining pills of this purity was extraordinarily difficult. The chances of success were tiny, and no one knew how many resources it would take to produce a fourth-turn pill.
For Tang Changsheng, though, it was another matter entirely. Given Wishfire and the materials, refining Spirit-Nourishing Pills was hardly difficult for him.
Nor were the Spirit-Nourishing Pills nearly as hard to make as everyone imagined... But if he was putting on a show, he had to see it through, didn't he?
Jinghong Temple appeared to have been cleaned inside and out. It was quiet and secluded,