Starfall Pavilion, Yao Qingyu's room, a quiet chamber permeated with the fragrance of herbs.
Yao Qingyu wore a loose goose-yellow casual dress, her dark hair simply pinned up with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks. Yet she paid no attention to any of that. Her focus was entirely on the object before her.
Before her burned her natal Heavenly Flame, the Wind Fury Dragon Flame.
At the heart of the flame, a large mass of fine yet resilient silken threads shimmered with a restrained golden gleam. Held aloft by Dou Qi, they endured the continuous tempering of the Heavenly Flame.
Beside the silken threads lay dozens of strange scales of varying sizes and lusters, neatly arranged. They came in every color and were exceptionally dazzling. These scales had been meticulously selected from many powerful magical beasts and possessed formidable defensive power.
She was not simply roasting them with the Heavenly Flame. Instead, she infused it with her soul power, carefully guiding the violent energy of the Wind Fury Dragon Flame.
She then used the golden silken threads to weave the scales together. This was an immensely taxing process, requiring master-level precision in flame control and powerful soul perception. The slightest mistake would reduce the materials to ash beneath the Heavenly Flame. Even with her skill as an eighth-tier alchemist, Yao Qingyu did not dare claim it was easy. Fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead and slid down her smooth skin.
As the work progressed, a smile unconsciously curled at Yao Qingyu's lips. So far, everything had gone rather smoothly.
Just then, a furry little head quietly peeked in through the half-open door. A pair of crystal-clear, curious eyes rolled about. The visitor was none other than Xiao Yan and Xiao Yi Xian's daughter—Xiao Qingqing.
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