Before long, Prince Yong, Yun Zhongzi, Zhou Sen, and the others arrived together outside the pill chamber.
Seeing that Xu Chuan had still made no move after so long, Steward Gu grew so anxious he almost attacked the chamber's restrictions outright.
"Why hasn't he vacated the pill chamber yet?" Prince Yong raised his sword-like brows. His oppressive gaze pierced Steward Gu's mind like a sharp blade.
"Your Highness, perhaps Master San Shu has reached a critical stage in his refining and cannot spare any attention."
"Hmph! Stand aside!"
Prince Yong was about to undo the pill chamber's restrictions himself when Yun Zhongzi raised a hand to stop him. "Your Highness, since matters have come to this, let us wait until that fellow Daoist finishes refining the pills at hand before discussing anything else."
Zhou Sen stepped forward and cupped his fists. "Your Highness, Fellow Daoist San Shu possesses extraordinary attainments in alchemy. He said earlier that he was confident he could refine a Mid-Grade Jade Sprout Pill. I believe he will give Your Highness a satisfactory account."
"If things are truly as you say, I will reward him generously. But if he exhausts the materials and cannot produce a Mid-Grade Jade Sprout Pill, do not blame me for arresting both you and him."
Zhou Sen's heart jolted. "I submit to Your Highness's judgment."
He had recommended Xu Chuan. Whether by reason or sentiment, if Xu Chuan failed, he could hardly escape responsibility.
The Zhou Household was merely a newly established Foundation Establishment aristocratic clan. How could its foundations compare with Prince Yong's estate, much less the imperial family of Great Wei behind him?
If the prince chose to kill Zhou Sen then, the Zhou Household would not dare utter a single complaint.
More than an hour passed in the blink