"You can refine elixirs?"
"I can't, but I can help my master refine them, I can help control the fire!" said the Golden Crow.
Yang Zhenshan suddenly understood.
The Golden Crow continued, "Master, there's a lot of garbage in the furnace, do you want to clean it out?"
"Garbage? What kind of garbage?"
"Some old elixirs and spiritual medicines, but their spiritual power has been completely lost," said the Golden Crow.
Yang Zhenshan's eyes lit up, was this the inheritance left by Shengyang True Monarch?
"Take them out for me to see!"
The Golden Crow obediently opened the pill furnace, and a pile of miscellaneous items appeared in front of Yang Zhenshan, forming a small mountain.
Yang Zhenshan was initially pleased with so many things, but a trace of disappointment quickly flashed across his face.
Though there were many items, none of them were useful.
The Golden Crow was right; the spiritual power in these items had long dissipated.
