"Haha, by then Elder Yang must not find this old man troublesome!"
"Of course not!" Yang Zhenshan laughed.
Afterwards, the two chatted a bit more leisurely, and only then did Yue Ming say his goodbyes, with Yang Zhenshan seeing him out of the courtyard.
As Yue Ming left Yang Zhenshan's place, just as he was about to return to his own residence, he unexpectedly ran into Master Jing Shui.
"Greetings, True Man!" Ming Yue quickly cupped his hands in salute.
Master Jing Shui nodded slightly, about to leave, but then suddenly paused, "Have you finished refining the Illusion God Pill?"
The matter of Yue Ming wanting to refine the Illusion God Pill wasn't a secret—after all, he had prepared for decades, and collecting those twenty batches of herbs alone had taken a lot of effort and time.
Previously, Yue Ming had also sought out Master Jing Shui, but unfortunately, Master Jing Shui was not an alchemist, nor did he have friends adept in alchemy.
"It's done!" Yue Ming smiled.
