It was a pity that although Ling Chuxi had bought some refined gold and Mithril, their grades were not high. It was still enough to help Mixiu refine an alchemy furnace, but it was still not enough to improve the quality of her own alchemy furnace.
After thinking about it, Ling Chuxi thought of the Meru space. In comparison, whether it was the chaotic Qi in the Meru space or the spiritual Qi released by the Fusang Divine Tree, they were both so pure that there was not the slightest bit of impurity. Only in such an environment could she make up for the shortcomings of her alchemy furnace.
The cold heart Spirit Flame danced joyfully, and bursts of pill fragrance quietly wafted out of the furnace.
Outside the door, the group of spirit alchemists had been waiting for a long time. Even Pavilion master Meng frowned. What was going on?