Chapter 5032
Darryl said dismissively, "Let them wait a little while longer. It's fine. I'll teach you how to
make the pills first."
"Alright!"
Sofia could not contain her excitement as Darryl said that, hopping around like a young
girl. "Thank you, Sect Master."
As she spoke, she and Darryl began to head to the pillmaking room at the back.
Once they reached the room, Darryl nodded approvingly. They were one of the most
prominent sects in the Cryolet Continent, and their pill-making room was pretty well-
furnished.
The numerous herbs and ingredients required to produce pills were stacked high on more
than ten wooden racks.
Naturally, the Palace Master had only given those items two days ago.
After all, the Cryolet Continent had been devoid of pillmakers for about a thousand years.
The Pill Tower had been abandoned for a very long period. Darryl's appearance had
changed that, bringing hope and new life to the place.
Darryl scanned his surroundings. There were many herbs on the racks, including several
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthat were pretty rare. It was evident that Suci had high hopes for Darryl.
Then, he saw the few failed pills.
They were the ones Sofia had tried to make the previous night, but none of them had
worked out.
"Sect Master!"
At that moment, Sofia backed away, biting her lip, and whispered, "I tried several times
using your formulas, but I was never successful. I can't figure out what went wrong,
either."
Darryl smiled, asking, "Did you put the ingredients in order?" "Yes, I did," Sofia said, tilting
her head. "I didn't mess up-" Darryl pondered briefly before seemingly understanding
something as he pointed to the stove with a smile. "Then, it probably had something to do
with your flame control. It's important to know that heat is the most important element in
pill-making."
Darryl spent the next few minutes teaching Sofia the basics of controlling fire in detail.
"Thank you for your wisdom, Sect Master."
Sofia took in everything that Darryl said, remembering each word before saying with a
smile, "Well... should I try again?"
"Of course!"
Darryl nodded and smiled. He was not only teaching Sofia because he took a liking to her
but to make his job easier.
If the Pure Yang Division needed simple pills, Darryl could get Sofia to make them.
Soon enough, under Darryl's teachings, Sofia finally succeeded in making her first pill. She
was ecstatic.
"You're amazing, Sect Master."
Sofia grinned, her gaze toward Darryl filled with awe.
Darryl smiled lightly. "All you have to do is watch the heat, and you'll have a lower
probability of messing up!"
As he spoke, Darryl glanced at the time. "Right, I’m heading off to that Wild Crane
Restaurant. You can try making a couple more pills, and look for me when you're done!"
"Yes, Sect Master!"
Sofia felt nothing but joy as she got to work again.
Darryl chuckled at the serious look on Sofia's face before returning to the second floor of
the Pill Tower. He washed his face quickly before putting on a long white robe and heading
to the Wild Crane Restaurant!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDarryl was slightly overdressed for an occasion as simple as meeting with the Heavenly
Dragon disciples.
Whew...
The sun had barely risen, and the air was fresh and crisp. Darryl's journey to the Wild
Crane Restaurant was pleasant, and he hummed as he walked.
Quickly enough, he reached the Wild Crane Restaurant.
'Oh? It's them!?'
Darryl paused at the sight that met him when he entered.
Only a few people were standing there, all of whom had anxious looks on their faces. They
had been waiting for some time, but none dared to express their frustration.
There were a few men and one lady.
One of the men was dressed in short silk robes, radiating an air of nonchalance. It was the
rich young master Darryl had met when he was first sent to the Cryolet Continent, Ronny
Cruz.
When Darryl initially arrived, he was taken against his will to the Stanford home to wed
their daughter after being mistaken for a man by the name of Derrick Darby.
The Stanford daughter's name was Selina, a beauty with a kind heart. However, Darryl
was not from there, and there was no way he could stay in the Stanford household for
long. So, he had left.