By the afternoon, the old man from Wanyao Hall and the president and vice president of the association had taken a nap, only to return and discover that Yin Tian was still seated like a statue opposite the Alchemy Furnace, mechanically adding firewood, pouring water, and administering medicine.
"This ancient method is really too exhausting…"
The president of the association watched Yin Tian's silhouette with a grave expression.
If the ancient method was truly like this, then he would rather not learn it.
The old man from Wanyao Hall also had a look of sighs on his face, "There's no helping it, people in ancient times always had assistants to help, but Yin Tian, he only has himself, even if we want to help, we can't."
The president of the association slowly nodded his head, his gaze toward Yin Tian now filled with a touch of admiration.
In the blink of an eye, two days passed.