Easy Victory

"Exactly as I expected."

Seeing the situations on Lin Han's and Qi He's sides, Shen Jingtian's heart trembled. He glanced at Lin Han once again.

Honestly, Shen Jingtian was finding it increasingly challenging to read this youth.

"How is this possible?"

Glancing back at Zhang Shaoqi's direction, even Zhang Shaoqi was filled with astonishment, observing Lin Han getting ready to start the condensation of the pill while Qi He had yet to refine the essence from the spiritual ingredients.

The stark contrast was too significant to be acceptable.

"Master Qi, aren't you capable of refining second-level pills? How is it that even the extraction of the essence from the herbs is giving you trouble?"

At this moment, Zhang Shaoqi's mind was hit by a sudden quake, gazing at the spirit stone on the arena—a stock of ten thousand low-grade spirit stones.