Everyone gathered around, and before long they had reached Qin Fengming and Hong Zhengdao's side. They looked Qin Fengming over, puzzlement showing in all their eyes.
Judging by his condition, it was obvious that he knew four or five months had already passed—two or three months longer than the time Elder Qi had spent refining pills. Yet there was not the slightest trace of anxiety on his face.
Not only was he not anxious, he even looked completely relaxed.
Everyone looked at Qin Fengming in astonishment, waiting for him to answer Hong Zhengdao's question.
"Mm. It had been a long time since I last refined Dragon Amber Pills, so I was a little rusty. There were some mistakes during the first two attempts, and the number of successful pills wasn't very high. Fortunately, the success rate was already quite high in the subsequent three attempts. There were still some failed pills, but only a very small number."
Qin Fengming did not keep everyone waiting long. Following Hong Zhengdao's words, he spoke as well.
"What? Are you saying that in these four-plus months, you refined five batches, and every batch produced successful pills?" Upon suddenly hearing Qin Fengming's words, Elder Qi's expression changed drastically. He cried out in shock.
It was not just Elder Qi. The expressions of the others changed just as dramatically, their mouths falling slightly open as though Qin Fengming's words had left them stunned.
It was not that their composure was lacking. Rather, the meaning behind Qin Fengming's words was simply too shocking.
Everyone knew how precious Dragon Amber Pills were, and naturally they also knew how difficult they were to refine.
Yet the young cultivator before them claimed that in less than five months, he had refined five batches of Dragon Amber Pills, with successful pills