The rosy glow lasted for as long as a stick of incense before it slowly dissipated.
The dean of the Alchemy Institute slowly walked out the door, where many Alchemy Masters were already waiting for him on the steps.
"Dean."
"Dean."
"Dean!"
As soon as he appeared, everyone called out in unison.
"Has someone gained insight into the Twelve Pill Paths?" he asked casually.
The dean of the Alchemy Institute, with an immortal demeanor, white hair fluttering, and a wide robe billowed by the breeze, seemed ready to ride the wind at any moment.
The Alchemy Masters standing below him were revered both inside and outside the Alchemy Institute.
However, at this moment, in his presence, they all showed respectfulness.
Upon hearing his words, someone stepped forward, saluting, "Dean, yes."
