Chu Yao stared at the alchemy furnace in front of her, its vapors swirling, somewhat dumbfounded.
Ye Qingchen's movements, as smooth as flowing clouds and water, possessed a strange rhythm as he performed alchemy.
If it weren't for Ye Qingchen's youthful face, Chu Yao would have almost thought an Alchemy Master was at work.
Time passed by second by second.
The aroma grew stronger and stronger.
"It's about to form the pill!"
Chu Yao's spirit surged.
Boom!
At this moment.
The alchemy furnace suddenly trembled, and the pills inside unexpectedly broke through the furnace cauldron, transforming into nine streams of light, and leaping out of the furnace in an instant.
"Come!"
Ye Qingchen waved his right hand.
With a flurry of afterimages, he reached toward the air to grasp them.
No matter how strong he is, a gentle breeze brushes the hill.
With this casual grab, Ye Qingchen had used the Sword Intent of the breeze he had recently comprehended.
In the next moment.
