The room was quiet, with only the flickering candlelight illuminating it.
The dim light cast mottled shadows around, and the fire in the backyard was blazing fiercely.
The pills inside had already been removed, but the fire had not been put out, waiting for it to extinguish naturally.
Occasionally, a breeze would pass by, using the heat from the fire to send a faint warm aura into the room, dissipating some of the coldness within.
The Dragon Demon spoke with a delighted expression, as if it enjoyed watching the Alchemy Master Alliance suffer.
Qin An asked, "Why are you so distressed?"
Qin An actually understood very well why the Dragon Demon had such an expression.
The Alchemy Master Alliance was too oppressive. Whether it was the Dragon Palace or other demon Pseudo-God powers, the cost of obtaining their pills was always high.
