Morning sunlight filtered through the mist as Li Ming stretched outside the alchemy hall.
The faint smell of herbs still hung in the air — and also a bit of burnt wood.
"Smells like progress," he said proudly.
Bai Guo sniffed. "Smells like you failed another batch."
Before Li Ming could argue, the heavy door creaked open.
An old man stepped out, his long gray beard swaying with each step. His robes were plain, but the pressure from his Qi made even the air tighten.
"Li Ming," the elder said. "You dare to call this mess 'alchemy'?"
Li Ming's smile froze. "…Elder Han! You're awake early!"
"I couldn't sleep with your cauldron howling like a demon dog."
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Elder Han's sharp eyes scanned the shattered cauldron, the half-burnt herbs, and Bai Guo trying to look invisible.
He sighed deeply. "Do you even know what medicine refining means?"
Li Ming straightened. "Of course! You put herbs in, stir with Qi, and—"
"—explode the sect?" Elder Han cut in. "Impressive talent."
