บท 1635: Clara's Gratitude! Forging the Luck Tear! (1)

In the alchemy room—

Wang Teng sat in a cross-legged position, facing the Black Meteorite Furnace, which was enveloped in flames at the moment. A peculiar medicinal aroma wafted through the air.

Lin Chuhan sat some distance away, her chin resting over her hands as she quietly watched the figure before her.

She knew that her fiancé's talent for professions was strong. Be it alchemy, blacksmithing or runes, his mastery had surpassed most people.

He even became a Force chef grandmaster, which wasn't a profound craft.

She had only heard but never seen it in the past.

The aloof woman had seen him display his remarkable culinary skills the day prior. This day, she would be witnessing his alchemic prowess. The seamless and effortless movements, his flame control mastery—all of it left her utterly surprised.

This guy is a monster!