Song Xiaodong was covered in soot, coughing incessantly, staring blankly at the glowing black residue in the pill furnace.
Black smoke was still billowing out of the Alchemy Room.
"I was wondering why the fire alarm didn't go off?" Qingqing and Xuanxuan came downstairs, looking at the now-silent alarm system on the ceiling of the hallway and asked towards the Alchemy Room.
"I turned it off." Song Xiaodong answered.
"It's really dangerous to turn it off!" Qingqing said to Song Xiaodong.
"Wow, why don't you buy a range hood or maybe a gas mask, this is terrifying. Did ancient people make elixirs like this? You're clearly making chemical weapons!" Xuanxuan said.
Song Xiaodong, playing mysterious, said to Xuanxuan, "Alchemy focuses on controlling the fire, and fire control is about controlling the speed of charcoal burning, which is also controlling the wind. Installing a range hood would mess up the Feng Shui in this room, affecting my control of the wind."
