Cao Yan approached the ordinary-looking pill cauldron and touched it gently. He closed his eyes, feeling everything about it. 0

His lips curved upward. He sat before the cauldron and raised one hand. A flame burst to life in his palm and leaped into the cauldron. His movements were smooth and graceful, and just the act of conjuring the flame shocked Sun Miao.0

Cao Yan sat with a straight back and a mild expression, every gesture precise, nothing wasted. The flame danced obediently inside the cauldron.0

His divine consciousness surged outward, and all the disciples felt as though the youth had transformed into a fierce beast, his aura...0