Chapitre 1201: A Little Too Realistic!

Wang Teng looked up from the leather scroll. "There's some difficulty."

Based on his alchemy mastery, it would be difficult for him to refine this pill.

The process was extremely complex, requiring a few hundred types of spiritual herbs. The combination was tricky too. It couldn't be compared with the other grandmaster-level pills.

This Xuanyang Soul Restoring Pill was probably at the eighth-grandmaster level. If one wasn't at the peak of the grandmaster level, one wouldn't be able to make it.

Wang Teng's alchemy mastery was only at the beginner stage of the grandmaster level. Fourth-level pills were his limit. Without a doubt, he couldn't refine this pill.

But…

"You can't make it?" Veblen raised his eyebrows and asked.

General Cameron and Moira felt anxious too.

"If you can't do it, we'll have to send Di Qi back to the Great Qian Planet and invite another grandmaster alchemist to help," Cameron pondered and said.