As one of their fellow disciples collapsed, stiff as a board, the people around him scrambled to hold him down. The scene was utter chaos.
Su Ling'er instinctively glanced at the giant cauldron, then back at her panicking sect-mates, shaking her head in resignation.
'It's no use... They still got spooked.'
She brought a hand to her forehead and muttered.
"Here we go again..."
It was a scene she witnessed almost every time she passed the Alchemy Pavilion and the Artifact Refining Pavilion.
She had long since gone from initial terror and incomprehension to a creeping numbness.
'It's not like she had any choice but to accept it.'
'What else could she do?'
'Stop that madman from jumping into the cauldron?'
'He'd probably just curse me out for delaying his "Refining the Demon Body."'
'If you live here long enough, your mind gradually gets assimilated. You start to see courting death as something perfectly natural...'
