"My spiritual materials!"
Even with Liao Yue's temperament, at this moment he couldn't help but let out a mournful howl, his face pale and his eyes filled with a tinge of anger.
Although Elder Hua Feng didn't speak, his fists under his sleeves were clenched tightly and trembling continuously, his anger reaching its peak.
For a top-grade alchemist, spiritual materials are alive; they need to unleash their power to the utmost, which is the respect for the spiritual materials.
Yet now, Ye Xuan had thrown all of their precious spiritual materials into the pill furnace. Wasn't this courting immediate disaster?!
Each type of spiritual material had its own characteristics, and putting two types that clashed together could lead to unimaginable consequences!
Moreover, concocting any elixir required more than just one type of spiritual material.
