A month had swiftly passed.
The doors to the Alchemy Room opened, and Shen Long stepped out. He took out a red Messaging Plate, entered a spell, and said, "Taoist Friend Wei, the elixir has been refined. Come to the Golden Cicada Pavilion to collect it!"
"Alright, I'll come over now."
Wei Feng agreed.
Shen Long put away the Messaging Plate and sat down in the hall.
Less than half an hour later, Wei Feng arrived.
Shen Long took out a green porcelain bottle and handed it to Wei Feng, saying, "Taoist Friend Wei, this is the elixir you requested."
Wei Feng poured out several green pills from it, each with nine pill patterns on their surfaces.
"Excellent! Top-grade Taiji Vein Pills. Thank you, Taoist Friend Shen."
Wei Feng showed a delighted expression and expressed his thanks.
"It is what I should do."
Shen Long smiled faintly.
He had refined twenty-four Taiji Vein Pills, gave ten to Wei Feng, and kept the remaining fourteen for himself.