The Forefather’s Birthday!

With a smile, Xuan Yi glanced at the six people who were filled with curiosity. He also shook his head slightly.

"There's no need to guess. I have the Fog Lotus Grass, but if you want to refine it into a pill, you can't be careless."

Xuan Yi frowned slightly when he said this.

If an ordinary alchemist didn't have a suitable pill furnace, they could only refine low-grade pills. Therefore, the process required a bit of luck.

Although Xuan Yi had the memory of a seventh-grade alchemist, he could only refine fifth-grade middle-grade spirit pills without a good pill furnace. That was all he could do. It was not impossible to refine high-grade spirit pills. However, he could only produce a few high-grade spirit pills in a furnace.

This was the challenge faced by the alchemists. Without a good pill furnace, even Xuan Yi could only do so much.