Clack. Clack. Clack.
Han Yu simply opened the latches and lifted the lid. He waved his hand and pulled out the smooth red pill.
"Why do not take a look yourself?" Han Yu said with a faint smirk.
"The pill… the Soul Blood Mending Cursed Pill is completed!" the man erupted in joy. "Hahaha! It is really finished!"
It was not just him. The other alchemists were also overjoyed and began to laugh and cheer.
"Not so fast," Han Yu said, dousing their excitement. "We still have two more pills to complete."
"Already? You do not wish to rest, Honored Disciple?" Fatui Zhuwen asked in concern.
"You think this much is enough to tire out a disciple of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect? I can do this ten times more," Han Yu said, acting like a proud disciple of the sect and maintaining his role.
"Of course. We were simply shortsighted," Fatui Zhuwen said quickly.
"Honored Disciple is truly a dragon among men."
