Zi Yan plunged straight into Xiao Yao's arms, her big watery eyes staring fixedly at him. She looked like a little beast that had been starving for three days and had finally found its feeder.
"The pills you made were so delicious! I ate them all in one go. I can't eat those beans from before anymore!"
Xiao Yao lowered his head to look at the fluffy little head in his arms and could not help laughing. "You ran out of pills? Then I'll just refine more. Was there any need to cry like this?"
"There was!" Zi Yan raised her face and retorted righteously. "You have no idea how delicious they were! I ate eight in one second, and they were gone right away!"
Su Qian had been startled when he saw Zi Yan rush in, afraid that this little ancestor might offend this great figure. Now, however, he stroked his beard in relief.
It seemed the two had known each other for a long time.
Xiao Yao did not mind. With a turn of his palm, the Purple-Gold Bagua reappeared like a phantom.
"Alright, alright! I'll refine some for you right away." Xiao Yao chuckled, casually taking out several Seventh Grade medicinal herbs and tossing them into the furnace.
What left Su Qian dumbfounded was how the flames surged within the furnace. Within just a few breaths, the medicinal fragrance had grown so dense it almost became tangible. Visible streams of green pill qi rose from the gaps beneath the lid, coiling like dragons.
Xiao Yao could not even be bothered to take another look. He casually formed a hand seal, and the lid sprang open on its own. A string of gleaming green pills flew out with a clattering sound like pearls falling onto jade, landing precisely