In the time that followed, Zi Ling cleared weeds in the valley and kept watch over the growth of the immortal herbs' roots.
Huo Yuhao remained engrossed in refining pills, paying no attention to the outside world.
Zi Ling regularly prepared some berries for him and occasionally came by to see whether he had died. After finishing her own work, she would run to the two small patches of land in the center of the Ice and Fire Pond to cultivate.
She discovered that cultivating in such an environment yielded twice the results with half the effort, her speed far surpassing what it had been before.
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed.
Before the pill furnace.
The previously motionless Huo Yuhao finally moved. His eyes opened and closed, flashing with sharp brilliance, before he mobilized his Soul Power and lifted the furnace lid.
The moment he opened the furnace, the rich fragrance of medicinal pills rushed into his nose, while dense spiritual energy spread out like clouds.
More than twenty emerald-green pills lay within the furnace. Crystal-clear, perfectly round, and flawless, their surfaces were marked with jade-green patterns. Their quality was exceptional.
Zi Ling, who had been cultivating on the Fish-Eye Land within the Ice and Fire Pond, immediately awoke.
She sniffed the air and followed the pill fragrance over. When she saw Huo Yuhao bottling the pills, her eyes filled with longing.
"These are for treating injuries." Huo Yuhao collected the pills without looking up, placing them into jade bottles.
"Oh." Zi Ling nodded, but her gaze never left them for even a moment.
After putting away the last one, Huo Yuhao picked up the final remaining pill from the bottom of the furnace and casually tossed it to her.
"Clean this