The layout of the pill tower too, was quite simple, mirroring its austere exterior.
Perhaps, to call it simple might not be apt. Rather, it seemed more like its contents had been moved out, leaving only emaciated shelves that presented a desolate sight.
Zhang Xian swept his gaze around the room, chuckling before making his way towards the black metal platform.
"Is this the place for the pill furnace?"
Mo Shaoyun touched it and quickly withdrew her hand when she felt its chill, saying, "This thing is cold—almost feels like touching a block of ice."
"That's because it's made of Hun Tie; naturally, it will be cold."
Zhang Xian laughed and said, "Furthermore, this is plain Hun Tie. If you touch those special types of Hun Tie, ordinary people might freeze instantly into ice sculptures—the exterior temperature is shockingly low."
"I wonder why I don't feel the cold while standing here?" Mo Shaoyun asked, bewildered.
