Bab 747: Rare Product

The most wondrous medicine, if not able to be used, was no different from trash. To the young array master on his last breaths lying on the bed, the Cinnabar Pill was precisely this sort of existence. The general walked out of the room without looking at him. When walking past An Hua and the cleric, he stopped and requested that they take care of him, then said a harsh phrase.

"I won't say that that person is seeking fame, but that person must have a very grand scheme."

They understood what the general meant. Regardless of whether that person found this divine medicine through the study of ancient books or developed it through their own research, if they really did care about the safety of humanity, if they really did pity the fate of mankind, then the most proper thing to do was to reveal the recipe.