The great hall was deathly silent; one could hear a needle drop.
Nearly everyone's gaze was fixed on Chu Yun—some anxious, some eager to watch a spectacle, some indifferent, some furious.
It's over, it's over. Hundred-Million-Pill Marquis still found out, Yun Wanqing lamented inwardly behind Chu Yun.
Yet Chu Yun himself, the man at the center of it all, remained utterly calm. His eyes were deep as pools as he met Hundred-Million-Pill Marquis's gaze without the slightest fear.
Had Chu Yun shown fear, Hundred-Million-Pill Marquis might well have flown into a towering rage. But Chu Yun was so composed that the Marquis could not help thinking: even a junior possessed such bearing—was he, an elder, supposed to roar himself hoarse?
Before he knew it, his anger had actually subsided.
Letting out a breath of turbid air, Hundred-Million-Pill Marquis spoke again. "Then Yun Wuming, you go first. State your thoughts. How should we resolve this final hurdle?"
That Hundred-Million-Pill Marquis had not erupted again greatly relieved Yun Wanqing. But upon hearing his words, her heart rose to her throat once more.
In her view, so many people present had failed to solve this problem, yet Hundred-Million-Pill Marquis was forcefully demanding that Yun Wuming give his opinion. Wasn't that deliberately making things difficult for him?
Yun Baisan too cast him a worried glance, only to see the corner of Chu Yun's lips curl into a faint smile. Then Chu Yun's clear voice rang through the hall. "I have a method that can completely refine the Second True Spirit Pill."
The moment those words fell, everyone in the hall froze. Then an uproar erupted, and the entire place burst into commotion.
Everyone had been stuck on the final step, unable to make the slightest progress for days. Yet now someone had declared with