The Breaking Clan's Reception Hall.
A burly figure charged in from outside. His gaze swept the room and immediately found the young boy seated to one side.
His eyes blazed with excitement as he strode over. "You're Xiao Yan?" His voice was full of disbelief.
The boy before him had delicate features and looked about the same age as his grandson. He could hardly believe it.
Xiao Yan stood, stepped back, and bowed. "Patriarch Yang, I am indeed Xiao Yan."
With that, he took a bottle of Body Tempering Pills from his Soul Tool and handed it over.
The best answer to doubt was to show what he could do!
Yang Wudi took the bottle and removed the cap. A medicinal fragrance rushed out, instantly filling the hall, with a hint of heat woven through it.
"What is this?!" His pupils contracted sharply.
A man obsessed with pharmacology, he had never smelled such a pure medicinal fragrance.
"Young friend, tell me what this is!" Yang Wudi lunged forward and seized Yao Yan by both shoulders, his eyes burning.
Pain flared through Yao Yan's shoulders. Yang Wudi really is obsessed with medicine.
"Patriarch Yang, these pills were refined with fire."
"Refined... with fire?" Yang Wudi was stunned. Without realizing it, he tightened his grip.
Refining medicine with fire was unheard of!
And it was true. Even ten thousand years later, alchemy in the Douluo World would amount to little more than throwing everything into one pot.
"Grandfather! Let go! Brother Xiao Yan's face has gone pale!" Yang Qianjun had just returned. Seeing Yao Yan's face, he hurriedly spoke up.
Yang Wudi snapped back to his senses and released him at once. He gave an awkward smile. "Forgive me, young friend. I got carried away."
He drew a deep breath, returned to