Chu Feng has been wanting to elevate his Nine Yang Strange Fire for some time now, not to mention advancing a few grades; at the very least, it has to meet the basic requirements for killing and alchemy.
"You haven't yet ruined Minister Wu's medicinal herbs through your alchemy attempts?"
A slight frown appeared on Qiao Dusi's forehead, his eyes emitting a snake-like cold gleam.
"Niu Baotian, you really act with such high-and-mightiness! Minister Wu, such a distinguished individual, has placed tremendous trust in you, asking you to concoct elixirs for him. Yet here you are, making excuses and dragging your feet, clearly not taking Minister Wu seriously at all."
"You even bring in these riffraff, the ragtag and bobtail, into the Alchemy Room and let them fiddle with your Pill Furnace and Earth fire, not to mention allowing them to snore away inside. What do you think this Alchemy Room is?"
