Pei Feng stood by the side and watched as Pei Rong finished refining the pills.
Four pills could be seen in the pill mold when he removed them from the fire while the rest of them had turned black and meshed together.
Pei Feng could not help recalling what happened when Huo Yao refined pills, so he asked him. "What does it mean if someone starts the process similarly and ends with 20 pills?"
Pei Rong cautiously retrieved the four pills from the mold and left them to cool in a porcelain bowl before he looked at Pei Feng and said, "That's impossible. No one is capable of having a 100% success rate."
Considering the amount of ingredients he used, his success rate was already pretty high. Any other apothecaries would probably only end up refining two to three pills.
Pei Feng touched his nose. "What if someone really did it? Would it mean that it was a failed attempt?"
Since he was no apothecary, he was unaware.
