An old alchemist couldn't help but sigh repeatedly, feeling a deep sense of frustration in his heart.
He'd practiced alchemy his whole life—now past eighty—and he knew there could be no trickery in developing pills like these; it all relied on real skill and solid strength.
This was exactly why he so deeply respected Lu Chang'sheng.
"You're exaggerating, Senior."
Lu Chang'sheng kept replying modestly.
Fortunately, these alchemists weren't any good at flattery, so it was easy enough to deal with them.
"It shouldn't be long before that Immortal arrives, right?"
Lu Chang'sheng mused silently.
Right now, everyone only knew he'd succeeded in developing the Biyun Pill—they had no idea about the actual refining method or the real recipe.
These were absolutely crucial.
Without them, there was simply no way to produce the Biyun Pill.
Yan Yun understood this as well, so he didn't press further, waiting for the Immortal and the others to arrive before saying anything more.
