The Master of the Pill Tower gazed at the alchemy furnace before him, his eyes filled with despair. He seemed to have aged decades in an instant.
"Master!" Bing Qing's face was deathly pale. Overwhelmed with despair, she nearly fainted. Five years of preparation, five years of painstaking effort… all for nothing. The atmosphere in the grand hall was utterly oppressive.
But just then, a voice cut through the heavy silence.
"Tower Master, there's no need to worry. I have two Anomalous Fires that can help you continue the refinement."
Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment before an uproar erupted.
"What the hell? Is this kid insane? He's still boasting at a time like this?"
"He's just adding fuel to the fire!"
"The alchemy only failed because he refused Master Song's help in the first place, and now he still has the gall to boast?"
