"I want to see how you'll refine pills without a pill furnace."
Elder Qiancha stepped aside, yielding the open space to everyone.
The ten of them all wore solemn expressions. Though Sixth-grade pills were not difficult for them.
In pill refining, however, grade was the most important thing, followed by the time used.
A true pill-refining grandmaster could, even when refining a first-grade pill, forcibly refine it to the highest possible grade.
That was the most perfect fusion the mystic herbs could withstand.
Around the outer edge of the central plaza, many people were discussing in low voices.
The Myriad Laws Pill Gathering had begun building anticipation a month ago. Every faction participating in the gathering had been searching for pill refiners.
People from all corners of the world who loved pill refining had also gathered here, hoping to witness this grand spectacle.
Now that the pill gathering had yet to begin, watching this appetizer before the feast was not bad either.
On the Chan Sect's side, disciples brought over a chair and helped Old Ghost Chan slowly sit down.
"Elder, could these people pose a threat?" a disciple beside him asked quietly.
"Let's watch first. Though I do not care, we may encounter some hidden masters from among the common folk," Old Ghost Chan said blandly.
He and Elder Qiancha had always been at odds, not merely because of their personalities, but also because of the covert struggle between the Demon and Chan Sects they belonged to.
Their conflicts were constant in ordinary times, yet he had never underestimated the other man in his heart.
He had always been a cautious person.
"Brother, look! Someone is refining pills up ahead, and so many people are watching!" a little girl shouted.
She held a candied hawthorn skewer in