In Slanting Moon Valley, light snow drifted.
Inside the Pill Hall, tea fragrance curled through the air. Luo Chen held a book in his hands, reading with great interest.
Footsteps sounded by his ear, followed by a weary sigh.
Without even raising his head, he said, "Failed again?"
"Mm."
Tang Quan's muffled voice came out, and he looked completely listless.
One reason for his lack of spirit was his failure to refine the All Wonders Pill. The other was his low realm; the pill-refining process had consumed a great deal of his mental energy.
"Failure is normal. The birth of any Low-Grade Pill is accompanied by hundreds or thousands of failures."
Hearing that flat, rippleless tone, Tang Quan sighed.
He had thought that Luo Chen's favor in letting him take charge of refining the All Wonders Pill proved he had some talent.
Yet over this past month, with one furnace a day, he had failed every single time.
The closest he had come to success was refining a half-finished product.
Looking at Luo Chen's calm and unruffled expression, Tang Quan could not help wondering whether the gap between people could truly be so vast.
Luo Chen had once been nothing more than an itinerant cultivator, with neither famous master to guide him nor sect to support him.
He had needed to save up every pill-refining ingredient himself.
Yet even so, he had refined a ranked pill like the All Wonders Pill.
Compared to him, Tang Quan was simply useless.
He even began to doubt whether he had any Alchemy Talent at all.
"Perhaps the Hall Master truly is an alchemy genius seen only once in centuries or millennia. Otherwise, he could not have refined a Mid-Grade Jade Marrow Pill so quickly."
Just as he was about to leave, his gaze