Hearing Wang Tian's exceptionally Versailles-like words, the old man's heart gave another jolt, and he quickly stepped up to the pill furnace.
Seeing the five eight-pattern pills lying inside the furnace, the old man fell silent.
What kind of monsters were these?
One was a Formation Disk that had taken spirit form; the other had refined eight-pattern pills and still looked utterly dissatisfied?
Eight-pattern pills—those were eight-pattern pills!
Having lived so long, he had only ever heard of eight-pattern pills in ancient records. He had never seen one with his own eyes.
And now, he had seen them—genuine eight-pattern pills.
He could not understand why the person before him still wore such dissatisfaction after already refining eight-pattern pills.
"Let's go."
The old man said nothing, yet it seemed as though he had said everything.
With a casual wave of his hand, he took Wang Tian away from the place.
With Bao Xiaotou and Wang Tian as precedents, the old man's standards had risen considerably.
After seeing the results of the other prodigies, the words he had wanted to say could no longer leave his mouth.
"Senior, how is it? I spent a full three months refining these—three three-pattern pills. Not bad, right?"
Looking at the young man's smug expression, the old man wanted to say something, but when the words reached his lips, nothing came out.
He did not want to crush the man's confidence.
"Let's go. Sigh."
Tasteless to eat, yet a pity to throw away.
In the Starry Sky, one prodigy after another waited for the final results to be announced, while the vast majority stood where they were, hanging their heads and stamping their feet.
Just a little more—just a little more!
Filled with regret, these prodigies turned and left one after another.
There was no hope