"Father, I have a small question."
While everyone was looking up at the Heavenly Flame undergoing its tribulation, Xiao Yan suddenly spoke.
"Go ahead."
Qi Fei replied.
"High-grade pills try to escape their alchemists as soon as they're successfully refined. So this Heavenly Flame—"
Although Xiao Yan felt a sense of kinship with the Heavenly Flame, this thing was practically equivalent to a Ninth-Grade Pill.
If it really tried to run, could they catch it?
"I'm glad you thought of that, son."
Qi Fei imitated Xiao Zhan's "my boy has grown up" expression.
It made Xiao Yan feel extremely uncomfortable.
"It'll definitely try to run. That's just how things work around here."
In other worlds, a newly born, ignorant, weak consciousness might feel close to its creator, or at least not resist.
But the Dou Po World was different.
Those freshly refined pills were all like Eren, with nothing but freedom on their minds.
Qi Fei suspected that this was probably caused by alchemists.
When alchemists imbued pills with sentience, the pills subconsciously absorbed some of the memories or thoughts associated with taking them.
That let the pills realize their situation before they even came out of the furnace.
That was why high-grade pills rebelled the instant they were refined.
As for refining the Heavenly Flame, Qi Fei hadn't intended to refine or control anything, but Xiao Yan had certainly thought about it, since he was the one who supplied the materials.
So when the time came, this thing would still try to escape.
"Father, what do you have in mind?"
Xiao Yan didn't believe for a second that Qi Fei would just watch the newborn Heavenly Flame run away.
Qi Fei would never make such a losing deal.
"Simple. I'll hold it back, and you go refine it."
Qi