C671 A Quarter of an Hour

The elderly man in the white robe fought to contain his fury as he hastened his pill refining efforts.

Every time he caught Qin Ming's nonchalant demeanor, a nameless rage within him was stoked, and he found himself wanting to kill Qin Ming without a second thought.

Qin Ming, bored, stretched languidly. The divine alchemy furnace held no value for him; it was, at best