"Xiangxiang, can iron pots be used for pill refinement?"
Inside a waterside pavilion within Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion, Gu Caiyi, who was leaning on the table, looked at Yuxiang in front of her, who was applying makeup.
Under the delicate touch of her handmaid, Yuxiang's already beautiful face became even more dazzling.
Sometimes, she couldn't understand why, despite Yuxiang already being an inner disciple of the Hehuan Sect, she still came to such a filthy place.
Yuxiang closed her eyes, allowing the handmaid to apply makeup on her.
"Pot? If it's an iron pot licked by spirit mineral, naturally it can be used for pill refinement."
"Huh?"
Gu Caiyi, with a puzzled expression, asked, "Don't all of you pill refiners use cauldrons for pill refining?"
"Hehe, that's where you are wrong."