With a thought, she summoned the cauldron. The Cold Purple Iron Cauldron spread a faint chill in the silent room. She had already arranged the rack for placing the medicinal herbs, and then she methodically positioned the required herbs on the shelf above.
Ten minutes had passed, and Zhiyan was ready. With mind activation, orange flames leaped from her fingertips, casting her fair and smooth face in soft, tranquil light. Amid her beauty, there gleamed a hint of craftiness, adorable yet astute.
With a flick of her wrist, the flames burst into life with a puff inside the cauldron. The orange light flickered, and the base liquid from the last refining began to gradually heat up in the flames until it boiled and bubbled.
Following the procedure, Zhiyan added five Third-grade medicinal herbs. As soon as the herbs touched the liquid, they sank to the bottom of the cauldron. Wrapped in Soul Power, five flames like Fire Dragons instantly climbed up.
