At first glance, Zheng Qing seemed to be tactfully reminding Dr. Duzem that the method for creating his Philosopher's Stone had been leaked.
But someone as clever as Duzem immediately saw the unspoken meaning behind the boy's words.
So these children already suspect me. He looked gently at the two young wizards before him, mocking himself inwardly as his thin, withered fingers rested on the table beside him and tapped twice, neither too hard nor too softly.
Then, his very next sentence stunned Zheng Qing.
"The method of making the Philosopher's Stone has never been a secret."
Duzem stopped tapping the table, raised his hand, and rubbed his temple. In a very soft voice, he said, "The key lies in how to refine sufficiently pure 'essence of time.' Traditional methods of refining the Philosopher's Stone require a Legendary Wizard to gather the 'mist' drifting above the River of Time, then condense it using powdered Sand Hour Worm eggs... This process involves the domains of death and time, so it places extremely high demands on an alchemist's magical power and skill.
"My improved method, however, draws upon the most brilliant and dazzling essence of life. They naturally connect countless hidden dimensions and link the River of Time. The energy they unleash amid despair and madness can almost shatter the natural barriers between the past, present, and future. Raw materials of such high 'quality' greatly reduce the requirements placed on the refiner..."
Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu's eyes shone as they listened with complete focus to the Alchemy Master before them, who clearly explained knowledge forbidden in classrooms—and even throughout the entire Alliance. They felt that this night had not been wasted.
Seeing those familiar expressions, Dr. Duzem chuckled softly. His fingers slipped down from his temple and traced the wrinkles on