The long-silent Alchemy Pavilion finally echoed with sounds once more.
The flames within the pill furnace flickered and arose, under the gradually descending night sky, they were so vivid and fierce.
Within the vast Wind-Fire Academy, all disciples were scattered in different places.
But at this moment, all the disciples' gazes were invariably converging towards the Alchemy Pavilion.
The light of the fire there seemed to bring a different kind of warmth, bestowing life and hope upon the long-desolate Wind-Fire Academy.
In the back mountain, beside a series of graves, Luo Zeyi, who was drinking alone in the night wind, suddenly looked up. His gaze also cast towards the distant peak where the Alchemy Pavilion stood.
Involuntarily, his pupils shrank slightly.
The Alchemy Pavilion had actually ignited its furnace?
