He followed Zhong Fei into a test room, noticing its sober yet elegant design before the man gestured to the only piece of equipment: a furnace.
In the center and pristine white, he raised his brow at the small cultivator's engravings running on its polished exterior.
Meanwhile, Zhong Fei and his colleague sat on luxurious chairs before his voice cracked impatiently.
"You have sixty minutes and three sets of materials to refine a tier-one pill." He raised his golden card and extended it to Adam. "If you have no questions, imbue your qi into your jade card to transfer the test's fees."
With a shrug, he followed the man's demands, his mind already swirling into the tumultuous sea of pill refining.
Yet, he sneered when the rude alchemist shoved the medicinal herbs he would work with in his hands. Crumpled and almost expired, he sensed through their dry texture their waning life force.
