From Wyatt Barnes' residence to the palace hall, there was still some distance.
On the way, Emanuel Yellow felt a bit guilty, "Brother Barnes, I didn't really believe you could refine the MysticGolden Elixir before... You won't blame me, will you?"
Clearly, Emanuel Yellow was quite concerned about this matter.
After all, to a certain degree, it was a sign of distrust towards Wyatt Barnes.
"Why would I blame you?"
Wyatt Barnes shook his head with a smile, "If I were you, I probably wouldn't believe that I could refine the MysticGolden Elixir either... After all, the MysticGolden Elixir is not an ordinary top-grade Immortal Pill."
"And I'm just a top-grade alchemist."
This time, during the refinement of the MysticGolden Elixir, he was fully aware of its difficult process, no wonder it is widely rumored that among ten thousand top-grade alchemists, there might not be one who can refine it.
