Although Bai Xieting wanted to erupt like a volcano, it was only through sheer force of will that he managed to keep himself in check. The pressure of being questioned like this, at a time like this, made his temper itch under his skin, but he forced it down and answered with a slightly cold look in his eyes.
"Of course. The golden era of alchemy has already passed, and many alchemy flames and cauldrons were lost to the river of time. One of them was the best-tier cauldron, capable of perfectly refining pills merged beneath the heavenly pillar — the Three Tripod Flame Cauldron. It bore an inherent flame born of extreme cold and extreme heat. According to legend, it was born from the heavens themselves, capable of refining any obscure recipe on its first try."
"That is enough!"
After hearing this, Wang Chen raised a finger to his lips, signaling Bai Xieting to shut his mouth. He had heard enough. It was time to get to work.
"You little…!"
