CLANG!
In a black kiln somewhere in the city, Bai Mo waved his sleeve and produced a small Pill Furnace.
The Pill Furnace was only knee-high. It wasn't the most convenient for Alchemy, but its main advantage was its portability.
Bai Mo took out a palm-sized pouch. It felt heavy in his hand; inside was Cinnabar Sand.
A specialty product of the Fire Cave Dynasty's Western Desert. This small pouch alone had cost Bai Mo three Spirit Stones.
Recalling the refining method for the Five Obstacles Pill, Bai Mo stuffed some semi-dry Spirit Wood underneath the Pill Furnace.
A few moments later, the light of a fire rose within the black kiln.
The thick smoke was acrid and choking. Even at his most destitute, Bai Mo had never subjected himself to such miserable conditions.
However, with his current limited options, he had to make do.
Outside, a skinny man was grinning obsequiously at Zhao Jingyu.
