Jiang Hui took several more glances at the medicine furnace spewing crimson flames, he hadn't seen the final product yet, but just by smelling the fragrance that it emitted, he already knew what was missing.
Although the quality of the medicine furnace was not top-notch, it had, due to being used by King-class existences for alchemy year after year, gradually developed the rare spirit of the instrument, which was considered quite special.
Jiang Hui pondered whether he should snatch it ... after all, that would be in line with the village's consistent excellent practice.
"Forget it, it's just a medicine furnace, and apart from me, there isn't even half an alchemist in the entire village; even if I took it, it wouldn't be of much use but just sit in a corner gathering dust," Jiang Hui thought to himself.
In the entire village, aside from Old Man Lin who had learned the art of alchemy, the others' skills were even inferior to Old Man Lin's.