Zhang Menglong's words ignited a blazing fire of hope in Zuo Liu's heart, for he had never heard such confident words from any Saint Level Alchemist before.
In fact, those alchemists were not entirely helpless; as long as they gathered 12 alchemists possessing different flames and led by a Saint Level Alchemist, there was a certain possibility of successfully refining this elixir.
However, this undoubtedly increased the difficulty, requiring 12 alchemists to work together perfectly. Any mishap in any link could lead to waste of materials or even the danger of an explosion.
"Are you currently at the Shennong Hall in Cicada City?"
"That's right."
"Please wait a moment, I'll be right over."
"Oh? Coming over?" Zhang Menglong was taken aback, as the Silver Sword Empire was very far from this Cicada City. How could he come over?
