Qingyang the Old Demon was already starting to imagine the scene where Qin Ming, this young man, would come groveling to him, begging for insights on alchemy in the near future.
But before he could finish his smile, his face froze suddenly.
Clang!
Another intricately designed jade bottle was thrown into the storage pouch.
Qingyang the Old Demon just sensed it slightly, and his face immediately changed drastically, causing him to start questioning life:
"Nascent Condensation Pill?!"
One must know, even at his peak, if he were to personally refine a Nascent Condensation Pill, it wouldn't be possible without a year or two.
The failure rate was also astonishingly high.
"If I remember correctly, this young man is refining a Nascent Condensation Pill for the first time, right?"
"This... this kid must be some old immortal reborn through soul possession! Otherwise, how could this be?"
