"You don't believe?" Zhao Yang turned his head to look at Ling Yuxuan.
"I certainly don't believe it. Who in this world still knows how to refine elixirs? Besides, aren't all these elixirs just some heavy metal compounds?" Ling Yuxuan said with a laugh.
"You are mistaken there!"
Zhao Yang said with a smile, "Those 'heavy metal' smelters can't even be called alchemists. They have no clue about the real craft. It's like those of you in business, there are those who set up stalls to sell socks on the street and those who develop high-tech and tinker with munitions. It all depends on skill!"
As he spoke, Zhao Yang pointed to his own head.
"So you're saying the elixir you refine will be very magical?" Ling Yuxuan, seeing that Zhao Yang was quite serious, began to believe a little.
"Of course! Just you wait and see!" Zhao Yang said with a smile as he continued his tinkering.
