After parting ways with Yanmei, Xuanyan walked toward the washing area of the alchemy hall. The faint smell of burnt materials still clung to his robes, and dark stains marked the sleeves from the long refinement.
He washed himself with cold water. The chill spread across his skin, slowly clearing the heaviness in his mind, while the lingering heat from the earlier backlash gradually faded.
After changing into a clean set of robes, Xuanyan sat down for a while instead of leaving immediately. His mind still felt strained. Controlling the spiritual flame with such precision for nearly an hour had drained more than he expected.
He leaned back slightly and exhaled. "Alchemy really isn't something meant for humans…"
After resting for a while, Xuanyan finally stood up and returned to meet Mei Lingyao.
