"Master."
After refining the medicinal ingredients, Qin Yu looked somewhat nervous as he glanced at the Sect Leader.
Su Xihe quickly snapped back to her senses, merely giving him a flat glance before parting her red lips, "It's... just average."
"Average?!"
Qin Yu immediately wanted to prove himself.
How could a man be called 'average'?!
Still, he could hear a faint note of satisfaction in the Sect Leader's tone.
It seemed, at the very least, that his master-disciple relationship was safe!
Never mind whether it was truly average—being able to see the Sect Leader every day was satisfaction enough for him.
"Practice a few more times; don't rush to refine, but try to understand its essence."
Once she finished speaking, Su Xihe turned her head away, as if afraid this disciple might notice something amiss.
"Yes, Master!"
Qin Yu responded, his voice tinged with respect, then threw himself once more into alchemy.
