In the evening.
Feng Yun and others gathered in the hall.
"Tang Yue, how is alchemy? Can you refine seventh rank pills." Feng Yun asked to Tang Yue who was sitting beside him.
Tang Yue shook her head and said, "No. I can't yet. Because of the disease, I dropped studying alchemy. Right now, I can only refine up to rank six medicine pills. But I am gonna promote soon because of the inheritance of the secret world."
"How long?"
"About two weeks!"
"Good!" Feng Yun nodded.
"Yan Qiu, I want these materials to lay the upgrade the formation of the sect. The current formation is not strong." Feng Yun handed a long list of materials to Yan Qiu and said.
"Okay. I will gather soon as possible." Yan Qiu nodded seriously.
Next day, Feng Yun arrived in the secret realm and came to the preaching building.
"Where should I start?" On the first floor, Feng Yun looked at the raw of portraits and muttered slowly. Feng Yun selected a portrait of a huge sword hanging in the sky.
