บท 1917: A fountain of return (1)

The four participants stared at the medicinal herbs taken out by the forest with envy, jealousy, and hatred on their faces. The sour bubbles in their hearts kept rolling. Among those medicinal herbs, there were several kinds that were hard to find even with thousands of gold. Not to mention that they couldn't get them, even if their families had the money, they might not be able to buy them. More importantly, even if their families had them, they wouldn't easily take them out and let them use them to participate in the competition. After all, no one could afford the failure rate of the medicinal pills. It was also not something that alchemists of their level could afford to use.

To put it bluntly, he was afraid of wasting it.