Mu Jinyu did not pay attention to Jian Ruyan's shocked expression.
He frowned slightly, looking at the seven pills of varying quality in his palm, his expression somewhat dissatisfied.
After three rounds of alchemy, he had gained some insights, roughly understood the reasons behind the number of pills produced and the conditions for the number of Danwen, and he was thinking about how to improve.
And reflecting on the mistakes made in the previous attempts, to avoid repeating such avoidable errors next time.
If there were no mistakes in the final number of pills formed during alchemy, the various medicinal ingredients put into use, if perfectly harnessed, could actually condense into nine pills.
If, in the end, only one pill is formed, it could be said that most of the medicinal liquid refined from the various ingredients was wasted during the alchemy process.
