However, when he picked up one of the new log of firewood, a shocked expression appeared on his face. He felt it a bit more and realized what happened.
He furrowed his brows, and looked over at Liu Mu. It seems like this old fox still has tricks up his sleeve. Liu Mu sat there with a sly smile, waiting for Ye Zifeng to mess up.
As the Liu clan’s clan master, he was shamelessly trying to sabotage a youngster.
“Nephew Zifeng, why are you not concocting the pill and staring at me. Could there be a problem?”
Ye Zifeng smiled, “I want to say something. The firewood that this servant bought is a bit too light…”
Liu Bingqian looked at the firewood and gasped, “Could those all be hollow wood?” She walked over a picked up a firewood and examined it, “Father, what’s going on?”
While concocting a pill, one will need to use solid wood. Even a beginner knows that. If they use a hollow wood, then the fire won’t be strong enough for the pill to take shape.
After hearing this, Liu Mu’s expression changed and coldly looked at the servant, “You useless thing. What are you doing? Who told you to bring hollow wood. Go back and get some solid wood.
“I’m sorry master. I saw that there were some leftover wood in the yard and brought them here. This one did not know that they were useless for concocting pills. I’m sorry. I’ll go back right now.”
After being yelled at, the servant apologized and turned around.
Ye Zifeng coldly snorted, “No need. If I wait for you to come back, I’m afraid this pill will turn into slag already….”
Liu Mu pretended to awkwardly smile, “Nephew Zifeng. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that my servants would be so useless. I hope you can excuse him.”
Ye Zifeng’s expression turned very cold. For Liu Mu to do something so underhanded, he’ll be losing face even if he wins.
“Whatever. When I came to the Liu clan by myself, I’ve already prepared for things like this.”
Ye Zifeng sighed and looked back at the cauldron with an even more serious expression.
Liu Yige and Liu Mu looked at each other, shocked. It seems like Ye Zifeng is still going to continue.
“Ye Zifeng, if you waste this set of ingredient then you lose. You said it yourself. You only have this one chance.” Liu Yige yelled out to remind him.
“I don’t need you to remind me of my own matters.” Ye Zifeng threw the last solid firewood into the fire. His eyes lit up and a glistening ray of light appeared from his body. On his fingers, a tiny amount of light entered the cauldron.
Yang Jing’s expression changed and stood up, “Light from your fingers? This is something that appears before one condenses a common tier flame! Could it be that you’re almost a huang tier alchemist?”