Inside the Li Family Alchemy Tower, the air was filled with the accumulated fragrance of pills, along with the slightly spicy aroma of herbs and a faint hint of flame.
Lin Chen was not alchemizing in the alchemy room but was engrossed in a cyan jade scroll. Beside him, on the table, lay nearly a hundred jade scrolls.
These jade scrolls were ones he had finished reading in the past few days, documenting notes on changes in medicinal properties, the harmony of sovereign, minister, assistant, and envoy, and the balance of extreme medicinal power conflicts.
The faintly flickering light of the jade scrolls projected abstract theoretical alchemy diagrams into the depths of Lin Chen's mind.
His fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the purple sandalwood desk, sometimes pausing, with a slight furrow of his brow—this was using divine thought to simulate the flow of medicinal power—but then his brows relaxed, and a glint of understanding flashed in his eyes.
