Chapter 482: Greed

Minard Qin's eyes were fixed. Despite three hundred years of alchemical practice, he had never encountered such a pill. The silver patterns danced like dragons, encompassing the heavens and earth. It seemed more than a mere pill; it was a treasure, a scroll of celestial power concealing profound mysteries. In his past alchemical practices, pills had never displayed patterns; they were always plain, devoid of any divinity. The appearance of the silver dragon on this pill alone made Minard feel inferior. The...