The potion room was brightly lit.
A wide, long table was laden with a dazzling variety of equipment.
The most eye-catching item was a wooden test-tube rack, packed with small test tubes. Each one was filled with a dazzlingly brilliant golden liquid that looked like molten gold.
Pei Ze poured the materials into a grinding jar one by one and carefully ground them.
A soft grinding sound filled the air as wisps of white smoke drifted from the jar.
The smoke carried the acrid smell of burning wood.
Pei Ze's expression remained unchanged. With a flick of his wrist, a single drop of golden liquid materialized in his palm.
The droplet's color was richer and more brilliant than the golden liquid in the nearby test tubes. Upon closer inspection, one could faintly see electric arcs flashing within it.
'As expected of Demigod Blood. Even after being diluted so many times, the Power of Thunder Element is still this rich.'
