Mo Ran and Xuan Lin had not heard Han Yi's words, but they both turned to look over as well.
In their memories, Han Yi had used this method when refining pills too, but its effect had not seemed nearly as obvious as Ye Yu's was now.
Sensing their gazes, Han Yi said nothing. Her eyes remained fixed tightly on Ye Yu, but her faintly trembling hands revealed that she was far less calm than she appeared.
Below, Gu Yuan and Han Jun watched Ye Yu's flowing, cloudlike technique, and their expressions gradually darkened.
They were both high-ranking alchemists, so naturally, they could tell at a glance that Ye Yu's movements were exceedingly practiced, not something he was merely putting on.
He was even a notch above the two of them.
An immense pressure descended upon their hearts. At once, neither of them looked toward Ye Yu again, forcing themselves to calm their minds.
At this point, they could only use their pills to determine the victor.
Although the people in the surrounding stands could not sense things as clearly as the other alchemists, simply watching was enough for them to understand Ye Yu's extraordinary nature.
This fellow had not gone up there merely to grandstand. He truly had the goods!
Seeing this, Teng Ying was over the moon, while everyone who had bet that Ye Yu would fail wore faces as black as the bottom of a pot.
Yet the people most excited were undoubtedly those from the Purple Firmament Sword Sect.
After losing Han Jun, the Purple Firmament Sword Sect's Pill Hall no longer had anyone capable of holding the fort. Yet at this moment, the alchemical skill Ye Yu displayed was no weaker than Han Jun's—indeed, it was stronger.
No one had imagined that besides his talent