Dao bodies?
The women were bewildered, but at least they understood that these three were not outsiders.
Qin Chuxia was the boldest. Blinking her alluring, peach-blossom eyes, she ran over to "Chen Yi," who was processing medicinal ingredients, and curiously poked his arm with a slender finger.
"Hey, are you really Chen Lin's clone? What does it feel like? Does it hurt?"
Chen Yi, who was concentrating on separating the veins of a stalk of dragon blood grass, frowned and glanced at her without raising his head.
His gaze was full of impatience.
Then he gave Qin Chuxia a massive eye roll.
"Shoo, shoo! Don't interrupt my work!"
"This dragon blood grass is three hundred and twenty-seven years old. The leaf veins must be separated within ten seconds. Poke me again, and its medicinal potency will be lost!"
His voice was cold, without a trace of emotion. He was purely in "work mode."
Qin Chuxia froze at the rebuff, thoroughly snubbed.
Having suffered such a humiliating rejection, Qin Chuxia's pretty face flushed crimson.
Refusing to give up, she ran over to "Chen Er," who was refining pills.
Pill flame blazed before Chen Er, with dozens of medicinal ingredients suspended in the air. Under the control of his divine sense, they flew into the Pill Furnace with unerring precision, like young swallows returning to their nest.
"Hey, handsome, what about you? Are you another taciturn bore?" Still unwilling to admit defeat, Qin Chuxia poked Chen Er's shoulder.
Chen Er did not even lift his eyelids. His icy voice sounded like a machine. "Don't touch me. Thirty-two supplementary ingredients and seven primary ingredients. The margin of error in their blending proportions must remain within one-thousandth of a milligram. Your touch will cause minute fluctuations in my divine sense, reducing the pill's quality