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... re was no need for Fang Lin to ask. He fully knew that Xu Shangao had a mishap during the pill refining process.

When Fang Lin first touched upon pill refining in his past life, he would often have his pill furnace explode. But he soon mastered the technique and had not experienced such incidents ever since.

With a scorched black face, Xu Shangao returned to the courtyard and paid no mind to the chuckling Fang Lin. His face was filled with frustration and vexation.

“Broth ...

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