"Grandmaster, can you tell me the process of creating a pill verbally? I want to know the theory first.", said Alex politely.
Nolan descended slowly until his feet touched the polished obsidian floor. The furnace behind him roared with controlled fury, its flames a deep violet tinged with gold, fire born not from wood or coal, but from five synchronized talents feeding it essence.
"Sit," Nolan said simply, gesturing toward a cushioned stool near the observation platform. Alex obeyed without hesitation. Anna remained a respectful step behind, her eyes wide as she took in the sheer scale of the chamber.
Nolan waved a hand. One of the assistants hurried forward with a silver tray. On it rested three items: a fist-sized Grade 3 beast core from a Shadowfang Panther, a bundle of dried Moonlit Ginseng roots, and a small vial of liquid milky essence.
