In the alchemy furnace, the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend energies roiled, collided, and exploded.
Outside the furnace, the spellcasting motions of the disciples from Jiushan Sect were inexperienced, disorganized, irritating to the eyes.
Yet Lady Xuanhua didn't even blink, her gaze fixed on the alchemy furnace.
The expressions on her face changed with the play of light and shadow from within the furnace, waxing and waning.
The feelings in her heart resembled the sounds emanating from the furnace:
Crackling, tinkling, booming, as if about to explode.
Could she not understand what Zheng Fa was doing?
Of course, she understood.
But the problem was, she understood too well!
Refining an outer elixir was no difficult task for her, having done it for others on numerous occasions, with a process she had mastered:
One first needed a fine alchemy furnace, the shape, patterns, materials of which must not have the slightest flaw—crafted by an Artifact Refiner with some skill.
