Lets Move His Spirit Pond

"Is this the alchemy you were talking about?"

Xin Gugu was shocked beyond words.

He eyed the 18 alchemy cauldrons, which bared a strange resemblance to him.

Xin Gugu took a closer look at the big pot and the furnace hood.

He realized these were the low-grade defensive spiritual weapon that he had purchased.

Xu Xiaoshou was using these materials to practice alchemy.

He must have been out of his mind.

"No!"

"You were not planning to practice alchemy, right?"

As nonsensical as Xu Xiaoshou often seemed at times, it suddenly struck Xin Gugu that he was not mad enough to run to the house of his mortal enemy and cook up a few pots of alchemy in their backyard.

Judging from how the dozen of cauldrons looked as if they were on the edge of an explosion...

"Is it possible that you are using them as explosives?"

"Clever!" Xu Xiaoshou snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "You've finally realized."