Chapter 53: Make A Thirteenth-Grade Spirit Essence Pill
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Yin Zhe couldn't stop the small, cheeky smile that curved across his face. It wasn't too wide, but it looked like a smile of victory. The attendant beside them twitched slightly, embarrassed for ever doubting him.
Elder Xuan Yi's eyes narrowed. in a way that made him look like he was studying a rare stone. There was a faint spark behind those tired, sunken eyes.
"Hmm…" the old man murmured. "Maybe," he slowly said, "the path of Alchemy might just be for you."
The old man lifted a hand, one long finger rising slightly as if pointing toward an invisible cauldron only he could see.
"Tell me," Elder Xuan Yi said, "what do you think? Why do you think Alchemy uses a cauldron?"
The question hit Yin Zhe harder than he expected.
All the confidence he had gathered a moment ago fell apart like sand slipping between his fingers. His smile faded. And His shoulders dropped a little. His throat tightened.
He didn't… know.
