Zhao Wuya said on the side, "Grand Master, he and I are debating whether alchemy is useful."
"Is there even a need to argue? Alchemy is just fooling around; with this time, wouldn't it be better to do something productive?"
Yun Ziliang was so angry, he blew his beard and glared.
"Who said it wasn't, but Master Li somehow rolled up a mud ball and insists it's an Immortal Elixir," Zhao Wuya said, knocking on the side drum.
"Is it?"
Yun Ziliang raised his hand and said to Li Changxun, "Bring it here."
"I was joking, where do you find real Immortal Elixir?" Li Changxun's eyes were somewhat evasive.
"Just bring it to me." Yun Ziliang took off his shoe, ready to hit Li Changxun.
Li Changxun was a bit flustered; he, the grand Mountain Ancestor, was about to be beaten in front of young juniors. What a disgrace! To save face, he reluctantly handed over the elixir.
