Hearing Yang Wushuang, Su Ye reached out, fumbled for a moment, and produced another key. With a CLICK, the lock sprang open.
She couldn't help but say,
"Dad said this tripod furnace is a Su Family heirloom."
Yang Wushuang chuckled.
"Your dad's family was in the Medicine-Refining business, true enough. But what did he know about it? All he knew was how to make money. Have you ever seen him refine medicine?"
The sudden question left Su Ye speechless.
'Come to think of it, I really have never seen Dad refine medicine.'
She asked, puzzled,
"Then where did our family's Pills come from?"
Yang Wushuang answered casually,
"Oh, he just hired a dozen or so Alchemists to make them."
The expression on her face softened at the mention of Su Jiuguo.
"I loved Medicine-Refining. I told him that once we were married, we'd strike out on our own. We would refine medicine more potent than my father's and create an alchemist family even greater than his."
Su Ye listened quietly.
