"Cool it, cool it, just wait until that pot explodes. Consider it a show, a brutal lesson for this little rascal. It will keep him from having wild fantasies that making instruments and refining pills are child's play."
Old Man Gu took perverse pleasure in comforting Elder Ci. He saw Elder Ci puffing out his beard angrily and chuckled mischievously, but he kept his eyes glued to Yang Zhen's pressure cooker intently.
Elder Ci snorted coldly, "The terrifying pressure of concocting a five-star elixir combined with the power of the exploding furnace material could almost kill this kid. I can't wait to see the look on his face after his failure."
Time ticked away and both the old guys grew impatient.
Yang Zhen seemed uncaring. After all, when the Supreme Elder worked on his refining, it lasted forever. Where was he in comparison, an outsider to alchemy, someone who relied solely on chance?