A large tiger, under Wang Qizheng's techniques, was quickly skinned and dismembered, and its organs were cleanly removed.
Having been a chef and dealing with rare and exotic beasts for years, he was naturally proficient in cleaning such beasts.
There was no need to wash away the blood because Zhang Fei Xuan was present. With a mere gesture, the fresh blood from the tiger's body emerged and formed into a suspended, spherical mass next to his hand.
"Senior Brother, may I use the pill furnace?" Zhang Fei Xuan revealed a pleasing smile.
Wang Qizheng also showed an excited expression.
Taking advantage of his injury, Song Yin relented and said he could help them.
Wasn't helping them the same as helping them refine a pill furnace?
They remembered what happened on Mount Pingding; they had refined that entire mountain into a pill furnace of very high quality.