At this moment, a middle-aged alchemist, looking a bit anxious, approached Su Yuan:
"Sect Leader, there's a problem."
"The color of the newly refined batch of Third-Turn Golden Cores is off, and there are signs that they're not solidifying."
Su Yuan was slightly taken aback, then shook his head and said:
"How could they not solidify? Is there an issue with your methods?"
With that, Su Yuan followed the middle-aged alchemist to the failed batch of elixirs.
Watching from a distance, Zhang Baiyi gulped nervously and cautiously followed.
On a table, a few slightly melted, murky-colored failed elixirs were placed alongside the leftover flesh-and-blood ingredients from their production.
Seeing Su Yuan approach, several alchemists gathered around the table fell silent and looked at him with some unease.
Su Yuan glanced casually at the table and snorted:
"You all are not paying attention. You can't even see such an obvious problem."
