There were only two days left until the Pill Convention ended.
These past few days, Xiao Yan had not stopped feeding flames into the pill cauldron for even a moment. His refusal to relax in the slightest was enough to show just how extraordinary the pill inside the cauldron was.
Yet time had indeed reached its final stage. Even if Xiao Yan himself was not anxious, others were anxious for him.
"This is killing me! Why is there still no sign of the pill coming out?" An elder of the Pill Tower with a particularly impatient temper spoke up.
At this moment, however, no one in the Pill Tower blamed him for losing his composure, because he had voiced everyone's thoughts. The others were just as tense. Xiao Yan's refinement had reached its final stage, and the pill could emerge from the cauldron at any moment.
The many Pill Tower elders who had nearly fallen into despair had rekindled their hopes after seeing Xiao Yan's performance.
Perhaps there is still a chance? This was the hope Xuan Kongzi did not dare voice aloud.
During this time, Ling Zhuo was not having an easy time either. Xiao Yan's actions had practically forced him to remain awake, unable even to close his eyes and cultivate. He could only wait bitterly for Xiao Yan to finish refining.
Several times, he looked toward Ling He atop the platform. Yet she merely watched Xiao Yan refine day after day with her own eyes, and even now, she had made no move whatsoever.
"Young Master, I'll deal with him!" Ling Yu proactively requested permission from Ling Zhuo. He could not bear to watch Xiao Yan proceed so smoothly. Given his hatred for Xiao Yan, he had to do something.
Yet to Ling Yu's surprise, Ling Zhuo