Master said, this bucket of medicinal soup, although the ingredients are not expensive, is not easy to refine. So let's not let that group mess with it anymore; let's leave this whole bucket for them.
White Finger looked at the soup, then at the bucket containing the soup.
This medicinal soup is indeed not valuable; there are many more of this grade of medicinal soup in the warehouse, almost going moldy. But the bucket is different! This small bronze bucket was dug out from the ruins by senior and junior brothers, and there aren't many buckets on the mountain, so it must be used sparingly.
White Finger saw various stainless steel and glass containers just used by Wang Fangyue for alchemy on the stage. It decisively jumped onto the stage and poured the medicinal soup from the bucket into a small stainless steel bucket.
Clattering...
Shortly after, the medicinal soup was transferred, and White Finger was very satisfied.
