In front of him was an old man with golden hair all over his face, looking ferocious and malicious.
That appearance was simply a golden-furred lion king.
Ye Yuan was somewhat perplexed. Could such a boorish fellow really refine high-grade medicinal pills?
The old man was also sizing Ye Yuan up, his gaze profound, no idea what he was thinking of.
After a long time, the old man suddenly opened his mouth and spoke in a voice akin to a great bell, "Young man, just what goal do you have joining the Priest Temple?"
Ye Yuan cupped his fists and said, "Junior has long yearned for demon divine pills. Coming this time, I hope to be able to learn the demon race's alchemy techniques, and let my Alchemy Dao improve further!"
The old man laughed loudly and said, "Haha, this old man believes your words, you and I belong to the same type of people! For the sake of alchemy, we can fling caution to the wind! However, your goal shouldn't be just this, right?"
