Sunlight wrapped around the big trees with their shadows heavily layered. Slivers of sunlight pierced through the gaps, and the air was filled with joy and happiness, as if something was on the verge of seeping out drop by drop.
"The world is changing again." Li Qianxia's voice sounded somewhat trance-like, and soon, this change would also manifest within her.
Yang Qinglan looked up briefly before continuing to focus on the White Jade Pill Furnace in front of her.
Beside her, there were loads of processed medicinal herbs, powders, liquids, and some unprocessed materials.
Each portion, every drop, each plant had been handpicked and prepared by her.
This was a necessary process; alchemy began the moment the alchemist touched the materials—they had to be familiar with the specific condition of each ingredient.
Only by understanding the herbs almost to an extreme could one proceed more effectively and flawlessly towards success in the actual alchemy.