That night, Xiao Jin was constantly regulating his breathing, nurturing his soul power.
It was not his first time refining a Seventh-Grade Medicinal Pill, and his soul power was immensely vast, but tomorrow's refinement would be in public. One careless mistake and he would embarrass himself.
It was like an open class. It was clearly a lesson he had taught many times before, but before an open class, he still had to make a great deal of preparation.
Failing in private did not matter. He could just start over.
But if he failed in front of everyone, there would be no way to clean up the mess.
Moreover, tomorrow would be Xiao Jin's first time refining medicine in the Inner Academy. It counted as his debut.
Whether he was qualified to be an elder, and whether he could become a hot commodity in the eyes of the Alchemy Department and the Enforcement Team, all depended on tomorrow's one decisive push.
After finishing his breathing exercise, Xiao Jin planned to rest early.
He had just blown out the candle when he sensed something unusual.
A strange spatial fluctuation rippled through the air, and an extremely faint footstep reached his ears.
Xiao Jin grinned. He had only just arrived in the Inner Academy today, yet a thief had already stolen right into his room. How interesting.
He deliberately pretended to be fast asleep. Before long, a small, soft hand covered his chest.
After searching all over his chest twice, inside and out, Xiao Jin heard a very soft, gentle voice.
"Strange. There clearly isn't anything on him, so why is he giving off such a nice smell?"
That voice paused, then quickly said, "Ah, right. I remember they all seem to have some kind of ring. What was it called again? A