In the Spring Breeze Hall, sandalwood incense filled the air, with wisps of blue smoke curling upwards.
After Ge Feng finished speaking, he realized he had lost his composure and hurriedly waved his sleeve to cover it up.
A few young attendants exchanged glances and quietly exited the room, leaving behind a quiet hall.
Ge Feng's gaze suddenly sharpened, focusing on the pill recipe in Qin An's hand: "Are you seriously going to refine the Yang Elixir?"
Seeing Qin An take out this recipe, he already knew Qin An's intentions.
The Profound Qi Elixir is easy to obtain, but the Yang Elixir is hard to come by.
If the Yang Elixir could be easily refined, why would Lingzhou be subject to others?
Qin An's gaze was calm: "I can give it a try."
He looked towards the imposing bronze pill furnace in the inner courtyard.
Inside the furnace, a Pseudo Yang Elixir hovered in the air, faintly emitting a spiritual glow.
