"Who knows for sure, but what I do know is that for these past few months, Demon King Qingyang hasn't been preparing elixirs at all, but has been building up his energy, while waiting for those below to prepare various raw materials for him in advance."
"What are you all whispering about? Being able to watch a Third Order Pill Refiner personally conduct pill refinement, this may be the only bragging right you'll have in your entire life. Why aren't you watching more attentively?"
"Senior's rebuke is well deserved! We were being frivolous."
"Yes, indeed. If by chance we can learn even just one or two techniques and pass them on to future generations, it wouldn't be a bad heirloom skill."
In the midst of such torrential discussions like waves crashing one after another,
on that peacefully towering small island, silhouettes under the methodical direction of a tall female cultivator, moved fluidly as if they were water, each stepping out in their own way.
