The entire alchemy venue stirred with commotion. Everyone stared at Jun Wangchen, their eyes filled with astonishment.
Some alchemists seemed to have received an enormous shock and threw themselves into their work, none of them wanting to finish last.
"That brat refined them so quickly. Their quality must be terrible." Nearby, the robed alchemist froze for a moment, then sneered. Without sparing Jun Wangchen another glance, he focused on his own pills.
Outside the plaza, Feng Mei watched Jun Wangchen settle into his stride, and her anxious heart eased once more.
Jun Wangchen showed no sign of nerves. Although the heat of the flames flushed his face slightly, his calm, unhurried composure surpassed that of every other alchemist present.
Feng Qianyuan was amazed as well. Jun Wangchen's temperament was nothing like that of an inexperienced young man in his early twenties. He seemed more like a Grandmaster Alchemist with extensive experience.
It was hard to imagine what sort of person could have trained a disciple like Jun Wangchen.
"Hmph, what good is speed? If the quality turns out poor, it's all a waste anyway." Feng Zhua gave Jun Wangchen a disdainful glance and muttered with a sneer.
Last year, an alchemist had also refined pills incredibly quickly, but the pills he produced were utter garbage, without the slightest medicinal effect.
In Feng Zhua's eyes, Jun Wangchen was following in that alchemist's footsteps.
Jun Wangchen took in everyone's comments and changing expressions. He said nothing, simply concentrating on refining his pills.
With his smooth control of the flames and his ability to divide his attention four ways, he finished all five Youth-Restoring Pills in just fifteen minutes.
After carefully placing them in a jade bottle, Jun Wangchen turned his gaze to the five remaining sets of ingredients for Body-Tempering Pills. Following