Clearly, at that very moment, Su Ping had no idea that hundreds of miles away, Ye Zhou's resentment was almost strong enough to cross the distance and strangle him.
Another sleepless night had passed.
Su Ping felt no drowsiness. He stood before the instrument bench, with numerous Fire Element resources piled nearby, staring fixedly at the fiery-red liquid slowly dripping through the array of cutting-edge instruments.
Yet once it had all flowed into the test tube, the fiery-red liquid inside rapidly settled.
That bit of fiery red gathered at the very bottom of the test tube with incredible speed. Then the high-hardness, heat-insulating glass gradually reddened and grew thinner and thinner. Finally, a speck of fiery red seeped through, burning a large hole through the bottom of the tube.
The fiery-red liquid dripped onto the floor and melted away without a trace.
Three Elite Tier Fire Element resources had gone down the drain, along with numerous supplementary Fire Element resources, all vanishing into smoke with this failed batch of True Flame Soup. But Su Ping felt no regret.
Instead, he sank into thought.
He picked up another test tube beside him.
Inside this tube, the fiery-red liquid looked a little like splattered tomato juice.
Holding it, he could even feel a faint warmth through the heat-insulating glass.
That was right. This was genuine True Flame Soup.
True Flame Soup prepared using the memories Little Flame had passed on.
He had finished making it in just one night.
In fact, it really was that simple.
With modern manufacturing techniques, making Magic Potions was quite convenient as long as one had the formula.
Perhaps the formula contained steps requiring ingredients to be dried or steamed for so many days, but these ancient secret Magic Potion formulas could never have anticipated how quickly