"Could it be that King Huai has some unspeakable secret? Or is he taking an unconventional path? I've heard..."
"Ahem."
Long Pingjiang overheard something outside and dared not let the Alchemist stray off topic, lest it tarnish the Elder's reputation, for the Elder was quite formidable. He immediately stepped in and interrupted.
The Alchemist's scattered thoughts evaporated, refocusing on the pills.
With pills in hand, escorted by the Heavenly Feather Guard, they headed towards Pingyang.
At the peak of Pingyang Mountain, black fog enveloped the land. The March Palace had only its foundation, but by April it had formed an outline, and by May, a general shape emerged.
"Is this a pill?" Liang Qu was surprised.
Inside the bright red gourd, visible through its mouth, a small golden dragon swam restlessly, radiating a brilliant and mysterious golden light, vastly different from what he'd imagined pills to be, resembling more a Nascent Soul of something.
