A Deal with Ning Rongrong

He placed the jade bottle on the ground in satisfaction and began refining the second batch.

The afternoon slipped quietly by amid medicinal fragrance and flames.

The patches of light cast through the skylight shifted from east to west, turning from bright to dusky yellow. On the floor of the Pill Refining Room, more and more jade bottles appeared—over thirty bottles of Soul King-level Soul Replenishing Pills, ten pills in each bottle, neatly arranged in three rows.

There were also a dozen or so bottles of Soul Emperor-level Soul Replenishing Pills. Their color was darker than the Soul King-level ones, with a faint purple hue hidden within the golden glow, a sign that the medicinal power was even purer.

Xiao Yun withdrew his cultivation, stored the Shennong Ding back into his Soul Tool, then took a clean cloth from the Soul Tool and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Pill refining was not simple, and it required complete concentration, consuming quite a bit of mental energy.

He stood up, moved his stiff neck, put the jade bottles on the floor into his Soul Tool one by one, opened the door of the Pill Refining Room, and walked out.

The sky had already darkened. The kitchen in the Central Main Courtyard was lit, and cooking smoke curled upward.

The Peach Forest in the Spring Garden had become nothing but a blur in the twilight. From the Lotus Pond in the Summer Garden came waves of croaking frogs. The maple leaves in the Autumn Garden rustled in the evening breeze, and beneath the plum tree in the Winter Garden, dew had already condensed on the blades of grass.

He strode toward the main dining hall. When he reached the doorway, his footsteps paused—the dining hall was brightly lit, and the long dining