Take it quickly.
Li Jun found himself in a dark room, lit only by the flames of a pill cauldron and the runes inscribed into the floor that powered it. Beside the golden cauldron, sat an old man with his hands in the air. Every so often he flicked out one of his arms and collected fragrant powder from the cauldron and piled it neatly beside him.
Li Jun watched in silence as Su Xiang reminded him to stay quiet as they entered. Once Grandmaster Mao had piled up another powder, he stopped moving his arms and instead opened up the lid and poured it inside.
As the powders entered the cauldron, a churning sound echoed out, and a light blue string of spiritual energy appeared from the runes surrounding them, and they began to mix them together. Grandmaster Mao put the lid back on, and the flames seemed to roar ferociously as the heat grew intense.