The golden flames seemed to penetrate the skin, and even with Meng Chuan's thick skin, he felt the burning heat.
Step back a bit, stake your stance.
...
Time silently slipped by, and the pervasive intense heat suddenly subsided.
Meng Chuan opened his eyes, full of anticipation as he looked at the alchemy cauldron.
He wanted to ask something, but Ding Guang Master had instructed beforehand, so Meng Chuan held back.
The golden flames gradually gathered, and in the air lingered a hundred times overwhelming aroma compared to last night...
A hundredfold peculiar fragrance of pills!
This scent was indescribable; Meng Chuan had never smelled it before.
Despite possessing the Power of Control, in an instant, Meng Chuan's body and mind were shaken, giving rise to a very intense longing.
He couldn't help but move closer...
"Crack!"
Out of nowhere, a flick hit his forehead, and Meng Chuan held his head, shaking it slowly as he regained clarity.
