บท 819: The Stamping of Hooves Disorders the Morning Light

Guan Feibai used his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead, not knowing whether the sweat was because he was hot or because he was nervous.

"Is he making the Cinnabar Pill?"

His voice was somewhat hoarse and also very low, as he was worried that other people might hear.

Zhexiu also didn't know what was happening in the hall, but he had taken the Cinnabar Pill before and knew what it smelled like. He nodded.

Upon receiving this confirmation, Guan Feibai took a deep breath.

In the snowy plains of the north, the Cinnabar Pill was the hottest conversation topic, so it was only expected that he knew of this legendary and divine medicine that could save the dying and regrow bones.

But he was taking in this deep breath not out of shock, but because he had confirmed the truth of that other rumor.

So it really was Chen Changsheng that had refined the Cinnabar Pill. Then was it really made with his blood?