Yang Wei stretched his arms to prepare himself.
"Alright, time to get to work."
The slime hopped off his head and onto the pill furnace, giving Yang Wei some space.
With a simple hand motion, Yang Wei conjured over seven blood swords and sent them flying in various directions. The swords sliced through the herbs he needed with precision before dispersing.
Then, with a flick of his fingers, Yang Wei sent a stream of flames into the Spirit-forging Cauldron, igniting it. The sudden blaze startled the slime, causing it to shout, "Piidi!" as it leaped off the furnace.
Yang Wei sighed, "I told you to be careful, Junior Slime. Pill refinement is serious business."
Slouching till it looked like a puddle, the slime frowned , looking remorseful, and uttered, "Pii... Piidi..." in apology.
Yang Wei crouched down, patting its head as he reassured, "It's fine. I know it was just a mistake."
"Piidi!" The slime seemed cheered up by his words.
