The characters inside the Alchemy Furnace, to Chu Yi's astonishment, all leaped out and even transformed into an array of colors.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet—dazzlingly bright, swirling around Chu Yi, from his feet to his head, spinning rapidly.
By now, he could understand many of the characters, and also knew how to read them.
But they were spinning too fast, it was simply impossible to string them together into a sentence.
Chu Yi's mouth hung open wide. If there were a few duck eggs beside him at that moment, he reckoned he could fit three eggs in his mouth simultaneously without much effort.
Chu Yi was completely dumbfounded. He extended his hand, hoping to touch the characters spinning right before his chest, but no matter how hard he tried, the characters remained motionless.
"Are these trying to make me dizzy?"
Chu Yi asked himself internally.
Whistle!
Whistle whistle!
As if swept by a whistling wind, Chu Yi's brow suddenly felt a pang of pain.
