"The measurements are off?"
"The position of the Pill Furnace..."
"No, no, no, this requirement is from the Thirteen Surgical Prescriptions..."
The crude mud-brick house had been arranged to look like an old yet shabby Daoist temple.
A middle-aged man in a Daoist robe paced back and forth, rummaging repeatedly through the big bookshelf.
"The Cantong Qi of the Book of Changes," "Mystic Discussions of the Alchemy Room," "Collected Achievements of the Golden Core," "Master Embracing Simplicity," "Jinhua Jade Liquid Grand Pill"...
After sweeping his gaze around once, Jiang Si finally confirmed.
This wasn't anywhere else; this was exactly his childhood home.
His father, obsessed with Alchemy, and that treasured Pill Furnace of his.
Whoever dared touch his Pill Furnace, he dared fight them to the death.
He still remembered how, when he was little, he accidentally fell while his father was refining, and instinctively grabbed the Pill Furnace.
He got slapped.
