While Song Jing was diligently making the ink, Lin Loi approached Ye Ming.
"Senior Ye, is it possible to give the alchemy recipe to us as well?" Lin Loi asked softly.
The "us" naturally referred to the Fushang Territory.
Such an alchemy recipe was destined to be revolutionary, and anyone who managed to get a hold of such a recipe would become the center of attention.
"You're also interested in this trash recipe?" Ye Ming raised an eyebrow.
"Wait, that's not it. You and Song Jing aren't that stupid. The alchemy field in this world must be the one that's trash for you all to go crazy for this inferior pill."
Ye Ming quickly corrected and managed to save himself from the crisis of being called an idiot. After all, he had read novels of overpowered yet ignorant protagonists treating everything like trash but everyone else treated it like gold.
He wasn't ignorant of the pill he concocted, but it really was very low quality based on the large memories contained in his brain.
