"Teacher Qin, do you know the value of these herbs?"
In response to Nangong Wen's question, Qin Ya smiled indifferently. "Even the best herbs are wasted if they don't find a good Alchemist. Your Majesty, please rest assured. I will not let even a sliver of these herbs' value go to waste."
"Then We shall wait and see!"
Of course, the others all sneered in contempt. They were even imagining the tragic sight of Qin Ya being executed when he inevitably failed to refine the Seventh-Grade Elixir.
Qin Ya gave a faint smile, then with a flick of his sleeve, he opened the lid of the Pill Furnace.
A bewitchingly beautiful purple Fire Lotus then appeared in his palm, radiating waves of intense heat that made everyone turn to look. Upon seeing this, the Alchemists showed looks of doubt, but then, as if they had realized something, their expressions changed drastically.
"That's... an Exotic Fire!"
