"Uh, little brother, our setup here is quite basic; we only have a regular bronze tripod, not a pharmacy tripod." Old Man Zhuge said, somewhat embarrassed.
Lin Tian flipped the bronze tripod over, looking it up and down. It truly was ordinary, with three legs, a tripod body, and a lid. At first glance, it seemed similar to a pharmacy tripod, but it was actually far from it.
There was no fire chamber, no air paths, no vents. These are key to controlling the heat. In a sophisticated pharmacy tripod, the distribution of air paths and vents is extremely mystical, perhaps resembling the Big Dipper or a nine-star chain.
The tripod in front of him was, at best, just a cauldron used in ancient times for cooking.
Seeing Lin Tian shake his head, the two old men's faces turned red with embarrassment. Old Man Ling nervously asked, "Little brother, is this tripod unusable?"
