Because she lacked a medicinal cauldron, the little fellow could only produce her pills by fiddling with a porcelain jar on her small stove.
If those people from the Pill Union witnessed this scene, they would surely smack her so deep into the wall that it would be impossible to dig her out!
Hell, if you could produce pills with purple pill veins just by freaking messing around with a small jar used for stewing tonics, why didn't you just ascend to the heavens?
Nevertheless, it was still rather convenient for her to use the small jar when previously stewing medicinal powders, ointments, and the like. Medicinal solutions were also fine, but it was just that using the jar to refine pills was now a bit out of place…
Who told her to be poor, not even possessing a presentable medicinal cauldron.
