Su Han entered the alchemy room and shut the door behind him. To practice alchemy, one must be focused; otherwise, failure would result in a wasteful loss of these precious ingredients.
Of course, with his abilities, how could he possibly fail?
Different ingredients had already been sorted and arranged in a circle around him.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, gazing at the ingredients as he slowly adjusted his breathing.
Su Han's eyes gradually brightened, shining like stars in the night sky, emanating an indescribable glow.
Suddenly, he raised his hands and shouted softly; flipping his palms, they were instantly enveloped in profound Qi!
"Rise!"
With a slap of his palms, the ingredients in front of him soared into the air. Before they could fall, they were wrapped in Su Han's profound Qi, and with a hiss, they were incinerated to dust!
Had anyone witnessed such supernatural methods, they would likely be left speechless with shock.