Your Little Girl
"The match begins."
Following Fu Nian's order.
Nervous and exciting pill refining competitions had begun on that stage.
"Bang, bang, bang."
In less than a minute, the pill furnaces of the many alchemists on the stage exploded.
It seemed that their apothecaries lacked experience in dealing with such sudden changes in the rules. It was normal for the pill furnace to explode as they had expected.
Many of the pill refiners were panicking, but they focused all their attention in preparation to refine the Pill in the shortest amount of time.
Because time was also counted in the results.
Unlike the others, Zhao Shuning stood motionlessly in front of her table, staring at the pile of ingredients.
What she needed now was not speed.
If he hadn't grasped the attributes of all sorts of spirit medicines in the beginning and refined the pill, his pill furnace would have exploded sooner or later.