Practice Alchemy (4)

Yang Wei swallowed his saliva nervously on the pill that Elder Jing was holding.

Yang Wei had to cover his nose briefly to avoid smelling the disgusting aroma emitting from the pill as he felt nauseous.

Lian Xinyue was no different as she hurriedly retreated away from Elder Jing as she couldn't handle it anymore.

Meanwhile, Elder Jing held a nonchalant expression, almost like she smelled nothing from the pill in her hand.

"E-Elder Jing, when did you create this kind of pill and why?" Yang Wei asked slowly.

Elder Jing smiled briefly as she stayed silent, keeping Yang Wei in suspense. There was no way she would tell Yang Wei that she created this pill specifically for him if he ever annoyed her.

Yang Wei could only smile bitterly as he continued to place the herb in order. 

'I will not swallow that purplish-looking pill. Who knows what effect it has? Yang Wei exclaimed inwardly.