On the way back, Hong Ying glanced at Mu Wan'er with a smile and said, "Sister Wan'er, you sure have a lot of tricks up your sleeve. If it weren't for that medicinal pill of yours, this would have been a tough battle, and we would have suffered a lot more casualties."
"Hmph!" Mu Wan'er put her hands on her hips, pride written all over her face.
The Imperial Preceptor also laughed and said, "Miss Mu's alchemy skills are getting higher and higher. You can actually multitask and refine two Heaven Class Spirit Pills at the same time."
Kong Jianghan asked, "But why make two, specifically?"
If the point was to inflict heavy casualties on these evil beings, wouldn't just one be enough?
To be honest, he'd never even seen this type of group-amplification Spirit Pill before.
This kind of pill, in wartime, could easily change the tide of battle!
To just use it like this—even if it wasn't his—still made Kong Jianghan's heart ache.
What a waste!
