"What Master said is correct," said the disciple of Feng'en Temple:
"His version of the Cantong Qi is fake, and what's recorded in it must be nonsense. Now he can only muddle through, unlike us who need to prepare meticulously."
"That's exactly what I mean," Li Dongying said casually, as if he was confident of victory:
"Just ignore him and focus on our own tasks."
"Understood, Master."
The people on both sides continued with their tasks.
Approximately three hours later, as the flames under the Pill Furnace gradually extinguished, Li Yongnian exclaimed excitedly:
"Uncle Master, it seems it's almost done."
Lin Yi nodded indifferently, "Wait another half hour for the temperature to come down and it will be finished."
Li Yongnian nodded, somewhat excited.
Although he's a Daoist priest, alchemy and pharmaceuticals have always seemed unreliable to him.
If any Daoist claims to be capable of alchemy, they're probably a fraud.
