C1402 Not Lending

A disturbance emanated from Lin Yaoyang's location. Was he starting to refine a pill?

Peering through the contraption he had set up in the quiet room, he caught sight of Lin Yaoyang clutching the Frost Marrow, shivering as he sat. It was hard to suppress a chuckle; this was hardly pill refinement—it looked more like self-torture.

Director Cheng was the epitome of vigor and politeness