"Do you think an elixir will come out later?" a mercenary clenched his cloak, asking his companion.
"I don't know." His mercenary companion shook his head, eyes glued to the cauldron on the stage, equally curious. Could that kid really succeed in the alchemy?
"That kid has a smooth process, even completed the final solidifying move, but unfortunately, I'd rather believe there's nothing inside." An alchemist shook his head, continually sighing. To fool those mercenaries and common folk who didn't understand alchemy was one thing, but such tricks couldn't pass before this group of veteran alchemists who were well-versed in the art. After all, the method to create a third-grade Rejuvenation Pill was not like this, refining ten herbs together was simply preposterous.
