Alchemy?
'Does Alchemy require a pot?'
'Does Alchemy require boiling water?'
'And what's this about kneading dough for Alchemy?'
'And all that Spirit Medicine... you've minced it all. Won't the medicinal effects be lost?'
'No matter how I look at you, you don't look like an Alchemy Master. You look more like a chef!'
"Where is your Alchemy Furnace?" the old man asked, suppressing his rage.
The kitchen knife became a blur in Mo Qi's hands. Wherever it passed, all the Spirit Medicine turned into a fine mince.
But a closer look would reveal that not a single drop of juice had leaked from the minced Spirit Medicine. A thin membrane covered every cut, making it look incredibly succulent and fresh.
"An Alchemy Furnace? I don't have one," Mo Qi replied without looking up, still kneading his dough.
'What? No Alchemy Furnace?!'
'What gave you the courage to say that in such a matter-of-fact tone?'
