"..."
Huai Shi took a deep breath of the eerie wind, clutching his aching forehead, feeling that something was off.
"Hey, you guys, aren't you all supposed to be alchemists at least? Is modesty completely out of the picture?"
"What's modesty? I don't know!"
"Is that thing useful?"
"It's just a trivial transformation, insignificant!"
"Exactly, as long as we can advance the true essence, even if I turn into a beast, I don't care!"
"Indeed!"
The eyes of the old dishes who've been marinated in the depths of Hell for who knows how many years glowed, almost desperate to kneel down and start kowtowing.
Afraid that Tong Ji wouldn't want them...
"Hey, what kind of potion did you give them?" Huai Shi turned back and asked.
"Nothing special."
