Throwing Out Pills, Making the Tiger Devour the Wolf?

When Lu Heng returned to the Mittel Family residence in the Imperial Capital, it was already afternoon.

The Five-Color Purple Cloud Wings folded away in midair, and he landed silently in the familiar courtyard.

The sunlight was just right, spilling over the flowers and plants in the yard. Everything seemed peaceful and warm.

The moment he landed, a graceful figure in fiery red hurried down from the loft of the main house, her skirts fluttering as she brought a fragrant breeze with her.

"You're back!"

Ya Fei's voice brimmed with barely suppressed joy.

She ran up to Lu Heng in a few steps and carefully looked him over from head to toe. Only after confirming that he was unharmed did she let out a sigh of relief.

"The Jia Ma Imperial Family and the Alchemist Guild both sent calling cards this morning. They all want to see you." As Ya Fei spoke, she naturally reached out and smoothed the slightly wrinkled collar of Lu Heng's clothes.

News traveled swiftly through the Imperial Capital. Nalan Jie had been cured, and a mysterious young alchemist had emerged out of nowhere. Those two matters combined were enough to keep any faction from sitting still.

"Calling cards?" Lu Heng smiled, reaching out to take Ya Fei's soft, boneless hand. "Let them wait."

He continued, "Sister Ya Fei, we can talk about those matters later. I need to enter seclusion soon and refine a batch of pills."

He had taken so many medicinal ingredients from the Misty Cloud Sect's treasure vault, and now that he had acquired the most important Seven-Colored Phantom Dragon Saliva Grass, all he wanted was to start refining immediately.

"Refining pills again?" Rather than showing the slightest impatience, Ya Fei's face blossomed into an even brighter smile.

She took Lu Heng's