"Huh? That person called Ye Zhuixun seems to have encountered a problem!"
Many in the crowd were alchemists, and they knew with one glance that the herbs were burnt.
Ye Zhuixun's face also slightly paled.
However, Lou Qianxue's expression remained the same, and she calmly said, "Use the second technique and the third style. Don't be afraid. I'm watching you. Nothing will happen."
Ye Zhuixun nodded. A thin layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead, yet he remained serious and extracted the herbs.
"His technique… is unheard of. Is that really an alchemy technique?"
"Is he fooling around?"
"Humph, there's a problem with the herbs. They will get burned soon!"
Yan Gongqing also withdrew his gaze and did not glance at them again. He sneered as he said, "Two pieces of trash who want to challenge the dignity of our Yan family? Ridiculous!"
Another quarter of an hour passed.