"Then perhaps once its third or fourth star lights up, this medicinal cauldron's cauldron fire might undergo a qualitative change."
Qiao Mu cheered and then suddenly hopped next to Mo Lian. She hugged him and exclaimed, "The cauldron fire will become even purer in the future right? In that case, I'll be able to effortlessly refine pills of excellent quality."
She would not have to constantly control the fire like when she was using the small stewing pot to refine medicine. In the future, refining medicine would only be faster and more convenient.
When she thought of this, Qiao Mu's petite face was filled with excitement.
She grabbed a handful of forging materials and tossed it into the small cauldron. She urged the small cauldron benevolently, "Hurry and eat."
Mo Lian couldn't help but want to laugh.
