The moonlight is serene, the Fire Qilin Spear illuminates the entire world.
Qingxuan's expression is serious, his hands steadily handling each material. To an observer, it may seem chaotic, but in truth, everything is in perfect order, all under his control.
From a young age, he learned about various herbs. He knew the properties of all the herbs by heart.
People say he was born a genius in Alchemy.
But only Qingxuan knew that since he could remember, when others were playing, he was studying; when others were sleeping, he was studying.
Only this way.
He could earn his parents' genuine approval, could make them smile at him.
Initially.
Alchemy was just a way for him to gain his parents' attention. Gradually, he also fell in love with combining the properties of herbs and creating something entirely new.
No matter the initial intention, he should... truly love this thing.
A gentle smile appeared on Qingxuan's lips.
Each material was placed into the pill furnace.
