The heavens must be toying with us.

"What are they doing?" Xu Qingyun was startled.

He wasn't the only one. The rest of the audience was also stunned. The pill refining competition was only at the last round, so why did they take out their pill furnaces so early?

Only Gu Buzhi, Villa head Yi, Liu Wuyan, and a few others were smiling as they stroked their long beards.

"Not bad, not bad. Someone finally thought of it. It seems like this alchemy conference won't disappoint." Gu Buzhi smiled in relief.

At the same time, Ling Chuxi and Zhi Han took out their pill furnaces, threw in the spiritual herbs, and brought out their true fire. Their actions were in the same order, as if they had rehearsed it in advance. They looked unusually in sync. If one didn't know about the conflict between the two, one would even suspect that this was a competition between the two of them.

Under the true fire's refinement, the delicate fragrance of the spirit herbs assailed his nose.