The wind howled in his ears, mingled with Sun Yaowen's maniacal laughter. It felt like riding a roller coaster with a lunatic in the next seat.
A moment later, Feng Hao finally landed on solid ground. As his vision cleared, a massive Alchemy Room materialized before him—though it was more like a large-scale laboratory.
"Well, boy? What do you think of my Alchemy Room?" Sun Yaowen asked, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, looking utterly self-satisfied. "Become my disciple, and you can use this room whenever you wish."
"You're a grown man, well into your years. Why are you so set on pestering a junior like me? I already told you, I'm not interested," Feng Hao said, his expression one of annoyance.
Sun Yaowen's lip twitched. He sounded exasperated. "I knew you wouldn't agree! Follow me. I'll show you what true alchemy looks like."
"Suit yourself." Feng Hao followed nonchalantly, his eyes curiously scanning the surrounding Alchemy Equipment.
