"Fellow Daoist He!" After the two retrieved their respective belongings, Han Houzhi added, "It's not that I don't trust you!"
"It's just that you're far too young!"
"There would be many difficulties with leaving you to refine this pill!"
"I think we should let Furnace Controller refine it instead. What do you think?"
Han Houzhi looked at He Pingsheng, his face bearing an unquestionable resolve.
He Pingsheng smiled. "All right. Since you've spoken, Fellow Daoist Han, I'll give you that much face!"
Han Houzhi was instantly delighted. "Master, why aren't you hurrying off to refine the pills?"
Next, Immortal Lord Furnace Master began refining the pills!
He Pingsheng and Han Houzhi waited outside the great hall for half a day.
Naturally, He Pingsheng hoped the refinement would fail. After all, I already have one.
But unexpectedly, the result really did turn out as he wished.
With a dark expression, Immortal Lord Furnace Master brought the batch of twelve waste pills before Han Houzhi. "Young master, I'm sorry. This old servant's skills were inadequate, and I failed to refine them successfully!"
"Please punish me, young master!"
Yet there was clearly a trace of delight on Immortal Lord Furnace Master's face.
Han Houzhi also smiled. "It's all right... Fellow Daoist He... I'm truly sorry. Pill refinement carries a risk of failure. You won't blame me, will you?"
He Pingsheng said, "What good would blaming you do now? Could it bring the pills back from the dead?"
"Forget it, forget it... I'll just consider it a stroke of fortune that wasn't meant for me, He Pingsheng!"
"Fellow Daoist Han!"
"Senior Furnace Controller!"
"In that case, I'll take my leave..."
With a calm expression, He Pingsheng cupped his hands, then turned to leave.
But he had only taken a few steps when Han Houzhi