At the entrance to the Myriad Treasures House booth, the towering alchemy platform drew countless eyes from across the venue.
People gathered around the platform, pointing and talking without pause.
Among the crowd, a young man and woman had also stopped to watch.
The young man wore crimson brocade robes and a sword at his waist, his features strikingly handsome.
His arms were folded across his chest, and a sharp gleam shone in his otherwise calm eyes.
The girl beside him wore a fiery red dress, an animal-hide belt around her waist, and rugged boots on her feet.
She had a slender figure and delicate features, with cunning and curiosity in her large eyes, like a flame sprite who had emerged from deep in the mountains.
"Oh, senior brother, this man is actually refining pills for people for free. What a good person!"
The girl pointed at the words on the sign, her eyes shining as she exclaimed.
The sword-bearing young man's lips curled in disdain.
"Merchants chase profit. It's just a way to draw people in.
"But this man certainly talks big. Refining pills on the spot is one thing.
"He even promises compensation if he ruins them. Would he dare refine a Third-Grade Pill?"
"Are Third-Grade Pills hard to refine? I've eaten so many I'm sick of them," the girl asked innocently.
The young man's face darkened.
"You little brat, our martial uncles have really spoiled you rotten. Even in our sect, Third-Grade Pills aren't something ordinary disciples get to enjoy.
"And there are quite a few people in the sect who can refine Third-Grade Pills. I can too.
"But refining pills on the spot in a bustling place like this without being disturbed? I couldn't do it."
"Senior brother, that just proves he's better than you," the