In the Alchemy Room, eleven clusters of flames were blazing fiercely, and the eleven embryo cores of elixirs were slowly taking shape under the hammering of the flames. Creating eleven saint-grade elixirs in one go was something no alchemist on the Stigma Continent could accomplish.
"Oh my god, I thought I picked up a useless one, but it turns out I've latched onto a big shot!" Xiao Bai stared at Zhang Menglong's figure, his eyes reflecting the glow of several different flames.
When Zhang Menglong saved him, he merely intended to freeload, but after spending some time with Zhang Menglong, he discovered he had latched onto a major figure.
"Being this brat's pet doesn't seem to be a bad deal," Xiao Bai silently thought, "it's not embarrassing for better survival!"
...
"Someone else is performing alchemy again, and it's saint-grade elixirs!"
"Heavens, this time it's not just one elixir; the energy fluctuations suggest at least ten elixirs!"
