Upon entering the factory, the first thing that caught Zhao Yuan's eye was a large medicinal ingredient mixer. In front of it, a long row of large sacks was neatly arranged. All the medicinal ingredients inside had been ground into a fine powder. Small signs were stuck into the sacks, each bearing the name of an ingredient.
Zhao Yuan glanced over and saw that the ingredients weren't just for making Soul-Stabilizing Incense, but also for Bone Refining Pills and Blood Circulation Soup. 'It makes sense,' he thought. 'These are the same ingredients I always buy from Fang Yi. Since he doesn't know the exact formula for Soul-Stabilizing Incense, his only option was to get all of them.'
'This is for the best. There's even less risk of the Soul-Stabilizing Incense formula getting out now.'
Zhao Yuan turned and closed the large factory door.
