At the same time.
In the courtyard of the Fang Family.
The moon is clear, and the stars are sparse.
Under the cover of darkness, the Fang Family's residence is brightly lit.
But no one is asleep.
They all knew that Mr. Fang was doing something particularly significant in the backyard.
Hum.
Buzzing—
The occasional humming sound was profoundly startling.
It was the sound produced by the spinning of a ten-foot-tall furnace tripod in the air.
Upon witnessing this scene, the elders were beyond surprised.
"I didn't expect the Dragon Emperor's alchemy skills to not only not regress but actually improve significantly."
"This purple aura is indeed a marvelous flame for alchemy."
"Indeed, it is... I've never seen such a flame before. It's truly wonderful!"
