Every Flame conversion was the hardest moment to control. The slightest mistake would result in a ruined pill and injuries.
"This kid... doesn't have many chances left."
Fa Ma muttered, his eyes filled with tension.
In the VIP seats, Liu Bai remained calm.
He watched Xiao Yan's focused expression and his unfamiliar yet remarkably steady technique, nodding inwardly.
"As expected of the child of fortune. It's his first time refining a Two-Vein pill, yet he's this confident."
He lifted his teacup and took a light sip.
"Interesting."
He knew Xiao Yan still possessed a third Flame—the Bone Chilling Flame of Yao Lao. Borrowing a wisp of it to refine a Three-Pattern Spirit Pill should not be a problem. He reckoned Xiao Yan would still take first place this time.
Time passed by second after second, and fewer and fewer contestants remained in the square.
Yao Yue's pill refinement had reached its final stage.
A rich pill fragrance continuously wafted from the Phoenix Cauldron before her, drawing frequent glances from many around her.
Fine beads of sweat covered the little girl's forehead, but her bright eyes remained entirely focused. Her small hands controlled the Flame with steady precision.
The pill fragrance was clear and elegant, refreshing anyone who smelled it. It was clearly a fourth-tier pill of considerable quality.
Liu Ling's side was no less impressive. The pill fragrance from the Azure Underworld Cauldron was slightly fainter than Yao Yue's, but still quite dense.
His expression was composed, and his technique mature. He carried a hint of Gu He's former bearing.
The fragrance carried a trace of sharpness, clearly related to the cultivation method he practiced.
As for Xiao Yan...
Ever since that Flame conversion, not a single sound had come from his cauldron.
There was no pill fragrance, no energy