C107 Everything Was a Conspiracy

Qing Luo obediently sat beside the pill furnace, stealing some flames from time to time for his own use.

The apprentice alchemist rubbed his head in puzzlement. Why was the fire getting smaller and smaller? Strange, could it be that there wasn't enough firewood? Alright, then let's add a little more.

"Hey, kid." Qing Luo sat at the side, swinging his legs back and forth. He grinned and said