In the vast plaza, a white-haired young man sat at its center. Before him stood a dark-red Medicine Cauldron that looked like a fine piece of equipment. Crimson flames churned within it, and medicinal ingredients were refined into pure medicinal liquid beneath the flames' tempering.
In Xiao Heng's perception, his Soul Power and Dou Qi underwent extremely subtle changes every moment. Yet to those who did not understand, Xiao Heng merely sat cross-legged on the altar with his eyes closed, looking as though he had fallen asleep. Only occasionally would he wave a hand and toss more medicinal ingredients into the Medicine Cauldron.
For those who did not understand—Lin Xiao Yi included—the process was rather dull to watch, let alone for everyone else.
At first, everyone had wanted to see what was different about refining a high-grade pill, assuming it would be spectacular. But they did not know until they watched. This was far too boring!
"So this is how high-grade pills are refined! This is..."
"Too boring, right?" Someone beside him finished what he had left unsaid, then continued, "I think it's pretty boring too, but judging from those Alchemists, this seems to be how high-grade pills are refined."
"Can't understand it, can't understand it. I'm off, I'm off...!"
"I'm leaving too. Going home—it's getting dark!"
As time passed, the number of spectators who had come for the excitement gradually dwindled. After a day, only a few Alchemists still stood around watching.
Yet even among Alchemists, those below the eighth grade could not understand much of Xiao Heng's work.
Watching Xiao Heng remain motionless for a long time, the Eighth Elder scratched his head and looked toward the Fourth Elder, who was watching with rapt attention as though savoring fine wine. Unable to hold back, he asked, "Fourth Elder,