"Only fifty to sixty percent confidence? But there's only one batch of materials left. If it fails again..."
To Sun Jing, fifty to sixty percent confidence was no small chance, yet the probability of failure remained high. If this last batch of materials was also ruined, her granddaughter Sun Lin might not be able to walk the Martial Dao path again for who knows how many years.
Fang Bai chuckled and said, "You're just saying 'if' it fails. But what if it succeeds? Heh, heh. Besides, you've already failed three times. Why not let me try this final chance?"
Seeing Sun Jing furrow her brow in hesitation, Fang Bai added, "How about this: if I fail to refine the pill, I'll stay here in your alchemy room and serve as your attendant. How does that sound?"
Sun Jing raised her eyebrows and said, "Do you mean that?"
