Eighty-six Undercurrent

Jade Pot Sect, Inner Sect!

In the depths of a secluded great hall sat a burly elder clad in black. Before him, a massive furnace painted in the same hue bellowed flames within. Elixirs, plump and round, gently swirled inside, emitting faint whiffs of medicinal fragrance.

Bang!

At a certain moment, the elder fiercely slapped the lid of the furnace. As the lid tumbled away, he drew an elixir out with a gust of Meridian Qi, pulling it into his palm, then brought it to his nose for a sniff, at last nodding in satisfaction.

"Is it Qing'er? Come in."

Having just finished refining an elixir and placed it into a jade bottle, the elder smiled and turned his head, calling out to the entrance of the great hall.

Creak!

As soon as the words of the elder in black left his lips, the doors of the hall were pushed open from the outside. Promptly, a graceful figure, also in black, stepped in, her features fair and clear, yet a trace of innate frostiness lingered on her visage.