Sun Qiao's Talisman really was useful.
Bai Mo tucked it inside his robes. Now, the heat from the burning Spirit Wood felt like nothing more than a gentle warmth against his skin.
Grabbing a few thinner logs, Bai Mo used his original Pill Furnace to conveniently refine several batches of pills.
He pulled an all-nighter, but his final yield was a mere three Fire Marrow Pills.
There were also three portions of an opalescent white, semi-fluid byproduct.
As always, Bai Mo stored the items separately.
'First, I'll deliver the Fire Marrow Pills to Young Masters Wei and Wang.'
'After all, Wei the Third lent me two thousand Spirit Stones. Enough time has passed; it's time I made a gesture of goodwill.'
The merging of the shops proceeded in an orderly fashion.
His days were spent either practicing Alchemy or cultivating. Despite the watchful, predatory eyes of the Demon Hunting Teams outside, Bai Mo's life was peaceful.
But he had his troubles as well.
