Zuo Lin waved his hand, having no interest in such matters whatsoever. In the next moment, he cast a spell, and his body faded away in a blaze of flame, disappearing completely.
The old man shook his head and thought to himself, "The people from this line really have no sense of propriety."
By now, the group had already been led into the alchemy room. Although Qingshui Pavilion was just a mid-tier institute within the White Cloud Pharmacy and could not be counted among the B-level academies, it was still the star of the C-level ones. As the residence of C-level alchemists, of course the alchemy room wouldn't be lacking.
"Still, the people from Heaven-Burning Valley are here to test us, and frankly, they're somewhat careless about it."
Lu Chang'sheng thought to himself.
Of the two Immortals, one had already vanished, leaving only the old man behind—revealing the other's attitude quite plainly.
"Let's begin."
