The servant left, and Xie Chengming's gaze slowly fell on the door of the Heavenly Top-grade Alchemy Room.
He could feel the fragrance of the elixir inside growing more intense.
He had mingled at the auction house for many years, attracting quite a few alchemists, but none had ever given him such a strong sense of pressure.
Xie Chengming tightened his lips; he became more confident that Xia Mian could produce the elixir.
However, even though he had more confidence in Xia Mian, crafting elixirs is not something that can be achieved overnight. Xia Mian hoping to complete the elixir tonight seems impossible.
Thinking this, Xie Chengming's gaze fell on Song Ke, who was nearby.
Song Ke sat in his chair, seemingly unaware of the movements inside the Heavenly Top-grade Alchemy Room, and was even lazily dozing off.
This guy, not very talented, not very smart, but he had one good trait; whatever his brother told him to do, he would certainly listen to him.
