Li Guanyi: "..."
He rubbed his forehead, feeling that his friends, who had been with him from the start, were really one more outrageous than the next. Most recently, he had handed over the leftover prescriptions of Hou Zhongyu along with their formulas to the Alchemy Master Team known as the Seven Old Ghosts Under Qilin.
Thus, Shi Dalin treasured it as a priceless possession.
Kept exclaiming, "Damn, Hou Zhongyu, what a genius!"
"Can the purity really be improved this way? Damn, how is this guy's brain made?"
"Damn, this Corpse Transformation Powder! Damn, this poison!"
"Holy shit, this stuff can even corrode armor!"
The remnants of Hou Zhongyu's powders quickly reversed-engineered the formulas, and those leftover prescriptions became a compulsory subject for the now swollen size of five hundred members of the Qilin Army's Alchemy Master Team, who treasured them like prized possessions and studied them day and night.
Especially focusing on the initial core group of doctors.
