The moment Ye Xuan stepped inside, he was met with a rich, fragrant aroma of medicine. He scanned the room and saw that the small space was packed with people, yet utterly silent. Over a hundred Alchemists in their designated robes were all staring intently toward the front of the room.
There, an elderly man was controlling an Array Disc. Above the disc, wisps of strange fire supported a rustic Pill Furnace, and the old man was fully engrossed, continuously adding various Spirit Medicines.
"You're back. What are you standing there gawking for? Hurry up and sit down." An Alchemist seated at the very back sensed the movement behind him. Without turning his head, his eyes remained glued to the old man's work as he spoke in a low voice, clearly mistaking Ye Xuan for the poor soul who had run off with an upset stomach.
Ye Xuan didn't mind. He sat down cross-legged in the empty seat at the back and began observing Luo Xiang's Alchemy process.
