This was Zhou Changqing's first time watching a high-rank alchemist refine a pill, so he did not find it boring at all. Instead, he watched with keen interest.
He could sense the soul power emanating from Wu Ping, constantly monitoring every minute change within the Medicine Cauldron.
Meanwhile, without interfering with the refinement or alerting Wu Ping, he extended his soul perception into the Medicine Cauldron to carefully examine everything inside.
Although weapon refining and alchemy were two different paths, he wanted to see whether there was anything useful he could borrow from alchemy.
Between the mortal realm peak and the half-step spirit realm lay an entire great perfection stage.
Judging by the soul strength used to classify alchemists, Wu Ping was merely a Seventh-Rank Beginner Alchemist, while Zhou Changqing stood at the pinnacle of the seventh rank, or even at the Half-Step Eighth-Tier.
With such a disparity in soul strength, Wu Ping did not notice a thing.
As for Zi Yan, she was eyeing the pile of medicinal ingredients beside Wu Ping with a certain hunger.
Given their current wealth, a set of ingredients for refining a beginner seventh-rank pill was not particularly precious.
But years of barely being able to walk past medicinal ingredients had left Zi Yan wanting to go over and take a couple of bites whenever she saw them.
The process of extracting the medicinal ingredients was extremely tedious.
After just half a day, Zi Yan could no longer sit still.
With nothing to do, the girl simply began taking pills and cultivating right where she sat.
She was idle anyway, and who knew when the pill would be finished?
Rather than spend her free time watching an old man refine a pill, she might as well cultivate and improve her strength.
One day.