As the days slipped by, Ouyang Qinxin gradually grew somewhat anxious.
Counting from the moment Lin Xuan entered the Alchemy Chamber, a full nine days and nights had now passed, yet there was not the slightest sign of him emerging from seclusion.
Her martial uncle's side had already sent people several times in a row to urge him on, and they seemed more and more impatient each time.
Ouyang Qinxin even suspected that next time, they might throw caution to the wind and simply break the door down.
It seemed her martial uncle's injuries were even more severe than she had imagined. Otherwise, he would not have been so unable to keep his composure.
These past few days, Ouyang Qinxin had truly come to understand what it meant for a single day to feel like a year.
The sun set, and the sky gradually dimmed. The beautiful female cultivator who had been meditating in front of the cave residence suddenly opened her eyes, lifted her fine head, and glanced ahead.
A dark-red streak of escaping light passed through the thin mist and flew toward this place.
The radiance scattered, revealing a middle-aged man dressed in Confucian robes.
"Junior Sister Ouyang, has Fellow Daoist Lin still not emerged from seclusion?" The man landed his escaping light and, without time for pleasantries, immediately opened his mouth to ask.
"No." Ouyang Qinxin shook her head.
The man's expression instantly darkened. After shifting several times between green and white, a look of grim resolve flashed across it. "This is far too slow. I'll go take a look."
"No." Ouyang Qinxin was startled and quickly moved her lotus steps lightly, blocking the way in front of him. "Senior Brother Feng, you can't. Fellow Daoist Lin once said that what pill refining most fears is disturbance.