In an instant, the entire room fell into a deathly silence. Everyone stared blankly at Yang Fan, their hearts surging with wild, tumultuous waves.
After a long silence, Lord Yao finally composed himself, asking with cautious trepidation, "Then... how many pills can you produce in a single furnace?"
"One or two hundred, I suppose." Yang Fan shrugged, speaking as if it were a trivial matter.
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