Bai Mo was a little surprised.
He mainly hadn't expected so many of his fellow disciples to be cramming at the last minute.
The orders Qin Wen had given him were mostly for auxiliary purposes—pills for things like strengthening one's Qi, blood, and Divine Thought, or stopping bleeding and relieving pain from severed limbs. They were quite numerous and varied.
And the prices offered weren't low.
"Sigh. The Pill Formulas aren't complicated, so refining the Pills wouldn't be difficult."
"But with so little time left, if I have to research new Pills, I'm afraid I won't be able to make many of them."
Bai Mo sighed and picked out the orders that had Pill Formulas attached.
Qin Wen then said, "From what I saw, your fellow disciples didn't seem very hopeful when they came."
"They only left the Pill Formulas behind on a slim chance. Should I go reject them now?"
Bai Mo nodded.
"We have no choice."
