Feng Yi's alchemy inheritance had its merits.
Whether it was the choice of mixing spirit herbs or the sublimation of power after mixing many low-level spirit herbs, they all had unique methods.
Indeed, there was always a Dao in cultivation in the world.
His divine sense read through the information in this jade slip at lightning speed, taking only a moment to go through all the information.
Seeing him silent, as if in deep thought, Feng Yi shook his head and regretfully said, "It's a pity that I can't use my cultivation power here; otherwise, I could have personally demonstrated my alchemical skills for you to observe."
He thought that Han Muye was stumped by the profound alchemical techniques in the jade slip.
Hearing his words, Han Muye laughed and suddenly raised his hand.
A golden light barrier enveloped the quiet room.
The moment the light barrier enveloped them, both Feng Yi and Patriarch Tao Ran felt their bodies tremble.