Mystic-Pattern Cold Iron, an Old Acquaintance

Once the Yin-Congealing Grass was in hand, Ye An thought the Nine-Turn Rebirth Pill was more than halfway secured. All he needed was an alchemist to refine it.

"Master Ye, I owe you an apology first."

Liu Ruyan's voice dropped a little, carrying genuine regret. "The Nine-Turn Rebirth Pill is an Earth Grade pill. The Liu Lineage has some businesses, but no alchemist capable of handling a pill of that grade. An ordinary alchemist might not even fully grasp its medicinal properties, let alone refine it. If you want the process to go without a hitch, the Liu Lineage can't help you there. But if you'd like, I'll send people to ask around right away."

Liu Ruyan offered her apology and admitted she couldn't help in the same breath. She wasn't making excuses. The Liu Lineage had no such alchemist, and she couldn't conjure one out of thin air.

Before Ye An could speak, Lin Wanyue smiled and cut in. "Miss Liu, don't worry. I can handle that."

She set down her teacup and looked at Liu Ruyan, straightening unconsciously. "My master is the seventh disciple of the Hanging Sword Sect. Her surname is Bai, and people across Cangwu Prefecture call her the 'Frost-Hand Alchemist.' Her alchemy ranks among the best in the prefecture. The Nine-Turn Rebirth Pill may be difficult to refine, but if my master does it, there shouldn't be much trouble."

At this, Liu Ruyan tilted her head and glanced at Lin Wanyue, seemingly surprised. Then she smiled. "What a coincidence. Since Miss Lin's master is an alchemy master of the Hanging Sword Sect, this Yin-Congealing Grass has found the right person after all."

She smiled as she spoke, though her hands at her sides curled slightly.

First, she was happy for Ye An. There was now