"This..."
The old man raised his head and looked at Xuan Yi in bewilderment. He was somewhat unable to understand Xuan Yi's thoughts.
In the savage world, there was no alchemist who would simply make a move.
"Don't think too much. Just go and bring over a pill furnace. Don't care Whether it works or not; I'll refine it for you."
A mere chronic illness. Although it was still deep in the bone marrow, it wasn't worth mentioning to Xuan Yi.
A few grade-one spirit pills could suppress the illness; a few grade-four spirit pills could cure it; a few grade-four spirit pills could immediately energize the governor.
It was also in the desolate world that the alchemy path had just been developed, and many of the refining methods for spirit pills were not mature. Thus, everyone was helpless. In the south continent, any alchemist could come up with several methods.
"Go get the pill furnace."