Despite being thoroughly exhausted, a small, weary smile could be seen gracing his lips. His eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and determination as he surveyed the scene before him. "Idiots, do you think that alchemists are just good at refining medicines?" Yuan's laughter echoed through the air, carrying a sense of superiority.
With a flick of his hand, a mystic cauldron, ancient and shrouded in enigma, materialized before him.
The cauldron possessed an air of antiquity that seemed to defy time itself. Its surface, expertly crafted from a dark and tarnished metal, bore intricate designs. Its edges were worn and jagged. Carvings, faded yet distinct, adorned its sides.
