"Third Uncle-Master, how many alchemical pills have you refined?"

Zhang Yang hurriedly arrived at Aoki Peak and found Danchenzi.

Danchenzi sat on the ground, looking exhausted and worried. "Zhang Yang, refining pills requires energy, otherwise, they can't be made! I haven't slept for ten days. You have to let me rest, right?"

In the past, he worried about not having enough spiritual herbs for pill refining. Now, he was overwhelmed with work.