People recoiled a few steps back in fright.
Only a group of Martial Daoists and Alchemists remained still where they stood. Observing Guo Yi's demeanor, they sensed something extraordinary about him.
The Cauldron, weighing over a hundred catties, was effortlessly hoisted by him with one hand.
Guo Yi casually selected dozens of herbs scattered on the ground and took out some more that he carried with him. Though not fully prepared, he seemed to have come with a semblance of readiness.
Crack!
Guo Yi grabbed all the herbs in his hands and violently clapped them together. The herbs immediately compacted into a mass, almost squeezing out their moisture under his forceful compression before he tossed the condensed herbs into the Cauldron.
"What is he doing?"
"I don't know, it's my first time seeing an Alchemist turn herbs into waste."