Third-Grade Pill, Suppressing the Essence Soul (2)

In the quiet room, Han Muye gently hugged Mu Wan and explained this alchemy technique in a low voice.

This was the core of Han Muye's alchemy principles. Alchemy was the Sword Dao!

Mu Wan leaned back softly, not knowing how much she had really heard.

However, it was really hot to be so close.

At this moment, in the Imperial City, in the depths of a huge palace in the upper city, there was also a ball of qi floating.

Not one, but two.

The black-robed Qin Wuyuan's aura was not very stable. Two balls of air floated quietly in front of him.

Not far in front of him, a few old men in various robes had solemn expressions on their faces. They were all staring at the two balls of air.

"Everyone, what do you think?" An indifferent Qin Suyang turned around and looked at the others.

This was the most prosperous place of alchemy in the Imperial City, the Dynasty's Alchemy Division.