The gathering place of Pill Masters.
The surrounding Pill Masters were alarmed by the sound and changed color, intending to go out and observe. However, the explosion sound just now was clearly different from the sound of a Pill Furnace explosion during their usual Alchemy.
"These sorts of matters are naturally handled by the Pei family. If you meddle, you'll die quickly."
The tense situation this winter can be glimpsed from the supply quantity of Alchemy ingredients. That some battles occur is nothing unusual.
Many Pill Masters clearly understood this logic and huddled inside, not going out.
Master Ding's pill room.
The massive dust clouds gradually settled, yet there was not a speck of dust on Yang Diancang's body.
His eyes were calm and casually swept over the wooden box in Pei Zhangjie's hand. Two marbles slowly rotated in his palm.
"Is the second-tier pill recipe in your hands?" Yang Diancang slowly stepped forward, gradually approaching Pei Zhangjie.
"Yang Diancang?"
