"It was only possible because of the techniques and structural theories you taught me last time, Senior Brother," she whispered softly, her eyes casting downward for a brief moment before snapping back to his with a sudden, needy intensity.
"If you hadn't shown me how to balance the dual-elemental friction within the chamber... I would have never seen the shortcut. But... now that the batch is done, the grand elders want me to oversee a mass-production cycle immediately. They are completely blinded by the sudden prestige."
She let out a small, frustrated sigh, her fingers unconsciously tightening against the fabric of his robes.
"They don't understand that a ninety-eight percent purity pill cannot be mass-produced by ordinary alchemists without causing severe spiritual backlash to the cauldrons. They only see the gold."
A cold, thoroughly amused smirk flashed across Shen Yu's lips beneath the shadow of his hood, though his touch on her face remained incredibly tender.
