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Time ticked away, second by second.
Beads of sweat formed on Chu Fengmian's forehead, dropping to the ground.
He sat motionless, his entire focus on the flame in his left hand.
One hour, two hours, three hours.
After three full hours, the slowly condensing medicine in the flame finally merged completely and then separated.
Into three medicinal pills the size of dragon eyes.
"It's about to become a pill!"
Looking at the three dragon-eye-sized medicinal pills, Chu Fengmian's brow furrowed.
This medicine, if fully refined, could at most be done four times, which meant about twelve pills in total.
One of these pills was to sustain Han Yueli's life, serving to maintain her for one day's time.
Even if all were refined successfully, it could at most help Han Yueli survive for about twelve days.
This time was too short.
"No, the potency must be increased!"
Chu Fengmian silently chanted in his heart, and suddenly, with a sweep of his right hand, a small cut appeared.