The Rose Witch took a black-and-red seal from her Astral Ring. It looked like a carved wooden sculpture, but the moment she took it out, it immediately drew the gazes of quite a few wizards. One of them was a Second-Ring Potion Master, and even the head of the Demon-Hunting Bureau in Cloud Marsh Wetland, a rare Third-Ring Potion Master there, immediately looked over.
The head of the Demon-Hunting Bureau said, "The Rose Throne is truly willing to spend. You two young wizards, why aren't you thanking the Rose Witch for this prize?"
"This is Spirit Macro."
The Rose Witch nodded at the head of the Demon-Hunting Bureau and said, "Director, you jest. In front of a Potions master like you, my Spirit Macro is nothing but a joke. You can refine it casually."
The head of the Demon-Hunting Bureau said, "Casually is an overstatement. Rose Throne, don't make trouble for me. Don't make me look like I have the ability to cure everyone's illnesses but refuse to do so. No matter how skilled I am, when refining Spirit Macro, which is extremely important in Potions, I can't shorten the fixed amount of time required to extract it."
"It's a matter of patient effort. My two students are grown up now, so they won't help me refine Spirit Macro."
Witch Catherine reminded Locke, "Locke, thank the Rose Witch. Spirit Macro is the key to refining Second-Ring potions. Oh, right, you've successfully refined two Second-Ring potions as well, haven't you?"
"Blank Potion."
At the rectangular table, the head of the Demon-Hunting Bureau stroked his white beard. Whenever Potions came up, he seemed to forget the vortex of conflict before him and directly interrupted, "Blank Potion? I've never heard of it. Red Dragon Throne, this student of yours isn't very old, yet