Even if the innkeeper had been any more foolish, he now understood that the owner of the token was unquestionably someone of immense standing, someone he could not afford to provoke.
Otherwise, why would these people show such reverence toward a mere token?
Yang Chen had no idea what was happening downstairs, nor did he have the time to concern himself with it. But since he had already produced the token, he had foreseen this outcome.
He had reckoned that the moment the token of a core disciple was shown, the people of the Four Great Families would immediately behave themselves.
After all, the Profound Dao Sect's reputation was no empty boast. In Fengyang Prefecture, perhaps only Purgatory Gate would dare lay hands on an inner disciple of the Profound Dao Sect.
Of course, Yang Chen had no time to think about such matters right now.
At present, he was reflecting on the lessons from the second failed batch.
He had certainly reflected much after the first attempt, yet the second batch had still failed. The main reason was that the first batch had shown no sign of forming a pill at all—not even a shape had taken form.
But the second batch was different. It had at least taken shape, though it was a grimy gray-black and utterly lacking in spiritual vitality.
Yang Chen pondered its shortcomings. After roughly half an hour, he clapped his hands. "I understand now. This time, it will definitely succeed!"
He seemed to have figured out the flaw. Grinning, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to the task and began refining once more.
Throwing the materials for the final batch into the pill furnace, Yang Chen began refining them with his full attention.
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