On the road to Still Sea Temple, Jingxin spoke up and asked.
The old abbot's old injuries had flared up again. They had sought out three first-rank Immortal Alchemy Masters, yet none had been able to do anything. All kinds of precious medicinal pills had been consumed, but they had been utterly useless.
As for Dao Alchemists?
Every Dao Alchemist was a figure like the Divine Dragon—one could see their head but never their tail. They simply could not be found.
Even those they did know were treasured darlings of major factions, never allowed out into the open.
Still Sea Temple had no Dao Alchemist in residence at all.
Moreover, the materials Ye Lin required were all incomparably precious, and the pills he wished to refine were absolute treasures. Accordingly, the demands placed upon the alchemist were extremely high.
For pills like these, a first-rank Immortal Alchemy Master had to take action. If it were a Dao Alchemist, then they...
"To be honest, Master, I have already found an alchemist. That alchemist is a friend of mine—a Dao Alchemist."
After pondering for a moment, Ye Lin spoke.
The status of a Dao Alchemist was exceedingly precious. The reason he was exposing this was to pry this fellow's mouth open.
After all, the moment Jingxin asked him that first question earlier, he had already known what medicine Jingxin was selling from his gourd.
So he deliberately brought up a Dao Alchemist, hoping to lure out the whereabouts of the Heavenly Dragon Water and the remaining ingredients.
As for whether Wang Tian would help in the end, the right to explain everything lay with Wang Tian. What did it have to do with him?
Sure enough, the moment Ye Lin finished speaking, he felt three burning gazes fall upon him.
Jingxin and