Even Ghost Child, who had lived for tens of millions of years, was utterly astonished.
He couldn't help recalling a distant past.
There had once been a peerless young man who had reached the ninth rank as an alchemist at a very young age.
The recipe for the Demon Transformation Pill had come from him.
But heaven had envied his talent. He had died before turning twenty. He had once told Ghost Child, "Do you believe me? One day, I'll come back."
At the time, Ghost Child hadn't believed him.
That peerless young man had been born with an incomplete soul and was destined to have no next life.
Now, he believed.
If Jiang Chen wasn't that man's reincarnation, how could he have the recipe for the Demon Transformation Pill?
The thought that Jiang Chen might be that man's reincarnation crossed his mind.
Ghost Child grew a little excited. If Jiang Chen really was that man's reincarnation, perhaps he could actually do it.
He might fulfill the wish he had held for so many years.
Under Ghost Child's fervent gaze, Jiang Chen felt that he was acting a little strangely.
Ghost Child wasn't the only one acting strangely. Xing Hui was, too.
Xing Hui stared at the sheepskin in Jiang Chen's hand, utterly astonished.
"This is exactly the same as the recipe my clan lost," he said.
Wasn't it just ordinary sheepskin? What could be so special about it?
"Isn't this just ordinary sheepskin? What's special about it?" Jiang Chen asked, puzzled.
"This isn't sheepskin. It's dragon hide. Look at the back of the recipe. Doesn't it have the character 'Chen' written on it?"
Xing Hui hadn't mentioned it, so Jiang Chen hadn't noticed.
He flipped the recipe over and saw that there really was a "Chen" at the corner.