In a room not far from here, more than a dozen men dressed in black stood in two rows. Before them stood a tall, stern-faced man in his fifties.
"Wait... maybe using a pressure cooker to make pills really could work." Zhang Sanfeng thought about the three essentials of pill-making mentioned in Casual Talks on Alchemy: first, the right combination of ingredients; second, precise control of the temperature; and third, a sealed pill furnace.
Early the next morning, Wu Qian went straight to Chongxu Hall. As he walked alone along the plank road, feeling the cool morning breeze and the dew, his spirits lifted. Remembering the tenderness they had shared the day before, a smile spread across his face. He could only hope that all this would end soon, so he and Chen Junmei could be together forever.
"What should we play next?" The burly man paused to look around, then smiled broadly. "That game of twenty-one looks pretty good. Let's go check it out!" With that, he headed toward a gaming table.
Qiu Yongsi spread his palms apart once more. The formation split toward either side of heaven and earth, and the Dragon Soul flew back into the sky in a strange posture, merging into the Heavenly Veins before vanishing into nothingness.
The entire bar fell silent. Everyone listened to Sophie's singing. Only after five minutes, when the song ended, did a wave of applause fill the bar.
She had only asked for a guzheng to keep her company. She never expected them to have tuned it for her, too. No wonder they were a family of musicians. No wonder they were the Lan Family.
That meant everyone had to keep learning and thinking. We had to learn not only from our teachers, but also from our colleagues, our