"You can't tell either?" Xing Yichi glanced at Kuang Ziyou in surprise. Back when Kuang Ziyou and Lu Xiaotian had competed in alchemy, Kuang Ziyou had lost, but their alchemical skills at the time hadn't been noticeably different.
Kuang Ziyou had even successfully advanced to fourth rank within a thousand years of that competition. After so many years of honing his craft, he might not have been exceptionally outstanding among fourth-rank Alchemy Saints, but surely it was a little absurd to say he couldn't even tell how Lu Xiaotian was refining pills.
"I really can't tell what Fellow Daoist Dongfang is up to." Kuang Ziyou shook his head.
"Why not go over and see?" Xing Yichi shook his head and was about to step forward, but Kuang Ziyou stopped him.
"Since Fellow Daoist Dongfang is refining pills, we shouldn't disturb him now. That's a taboo for anyone who practices alchemy. I'll wait here instead. Venerable Xuanhu is waiting over there for the city lord, isn't he? It would be a good opportunity for the city lord to catch up with them."
Kuang Ziyou shook his head. He had once competed in alchemy with Lu Xiaotian in Starcloud City, when Lu Xiaotian had come as a representative of the Honghao Celestial Court. Though Lu Xiaotian had defeated him, that hadn't diminished Kuang Ziyou's admiration for him. Kuang Ziyou was simply devoted to the Dao of alchemy; he didn't think about things as much as Xing Yichi did.
"I'll wait here too. I'm quite interested in watching Alchemy Saint Dongfang refine pills." Xing Yichi shook his head. He had come all this way; what sense would it make to turn back halfway? Lu Xiaotian was making pills that even Kuang Ziyou, a fourth-rank Alchemy Saint, couldn't yet make heads or tails of.