Chen Shi'an looked at Iron Bull with a smile. "You should still remember Zhu Neng from the Demon Hunting Camp, right?"
Iron Bull nodded. "I do. Why?"
Chen Shi'an lowered his voice. "Zhu Neng is now my direct subordinate. Last night, I gave him nine Marrow-Washing Pills, and he successfully underwent marrow-washing and bone-tempering."
Iron Bull froze, disbelief filling his eyes. "How is that possible? How could you have so many Marrow-Washing Pills?"
Chen Shi'an smiled faintly. "A while ago, Desolate Suppression City held a Gathering of Heroes. Many strongholds from our Desolate Ruins took part. I represented our Windrise Stronghold and took fourth place, winning glory for the stronghold and a large reward of supplies.
"City Lord Xiang was generous and rewarded me with thirty Marrow-Washing Pills."
"A Gathering of Heroes?"
Iron Bull murmured to himself.
Chen Shi'an continued, "Although you haven't been in the Artisan Workshop long, a great deal has happened in Windrise Stronghold.
"Once you leave the Artisan Workshop, you'll naturally hear about all of it.
"What I want to tell you is that, besides Zhu Neng, Pi Hou and Du Gang, who serve under me, have both successfully undergone marrow-washing and bone-tempering. I supplied the Marrow-Washing Pills for all of them."
At those words, a shudder ran through Iron Bull, his eyes full of disbelief.
Once someone underwent marrow-washing and bone-tempering, their chances of reaching martial dao entry-rank became very high.
Yet throughout all of Windrise Stronghold, those who had reached martial dao entry-rank could be counted on one hand.
He worked in intelligence. He knew the backgrounds of Zhu Neng, Du Gang, and Pi Hou better than anyone.
People like them could never reach martial dao entry-rank unless they encountered an opportunity that defied the heavens.
Chen Shi'an seemed to see what Iron Bull