Han Zhan heard Taishang Laojun's words, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.
Eight Trigrams Furnace? Isn't that the furnace Taishang Laojun uses for alchemy?
Taishang Laojun wants me to enter the furnace and refine me into a Human Pill?!
For a moment, Han Zhan's view of Taishang Laojun completely changed.
Others might not know, but he certainly did—having grown up listening to legends, he knew a certain monkey was tricked into the alchemy furnace, which resulted in his Eyes of Golden Flame.
Though it turned into a blessing in disguise, Han Zhan didn't believe he possessed the abilities of the Great Sage.
"Laojun, isn't this... not quite appropriate?" Han Zhan hesitated for a moment, still wanting to tactfully refuse.
Being the messenger of the Queen Mother of the West, if he insisted, Taishang Laojun probably wouldn't make things difficult for him.
