The corrosive rain, driven by the raging wind, pounded against the window panes of the outer buildings of Xuanye, sounding like countless venomous insects gnawing on decaying wood. Nian Quan sat cross-legged on the mat in the alchemy room, injecting the prepared essence of the medicinal materials into the new-style alchemy furnace, when he suddenly heard his door being opened.
This alchemy room in the Lower City District was purchased by Nian Quan specifically to avoid polluting his residence with alchemy failures, and no one else should know about it. The visitor having a key meant they could only be one of two people.
Nian Quan slightly opened his ice-blue left eye and glanced at the door, thinking, "As expected." Huo Qing, with a white cat atop his head, carried a large bag of jars and a stack of Jade Books as he walked toward the alchemy room.
"Here are the materials you wanted, along with Spiritual Network information."
