That morning, Feng Qingqing spent her time continuously making and pounding medicine. As noon approached, she finished a pitch-black ointment with a somewhat strange odor, into which she had mixed five large drops of spatial well water.
Despite adding the spatial well water, Feng Qingqing still sighed as she looked at the concoction. It seemed she would need more practice in the future, and she wondered if Master Wu would even be willing to try it.
For no other reason than that its appearance was dreadful.
Chapter 308