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... the elixir to Fang Xuan, a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Master!"

Qin Hao was very excited, took it, and took a deep breath.

Afterwards, the excitement settled, and his mood returned to calm.

He opened the leather bag, inside was a special storage pouch.

It contained prepared herbs and half a vial of Saintess’s Blood.

For alchemy, Qin Hao was focused, never considering the possibility of failure.

He added fuel to the fire, mixed the herbs ...

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