Duan Xu had already finished extracting the essence from the Spirit Medicines and was beginning to solidify the pill.
He would likely be finished in the time it takes an incense stick to burn.
Only then did Jiang Chen begin extracting the medicinal essence, which, in the eyes of the crowd, was nothing more than a desperate, last-ditch struggle...
The Fifth-Grade High-Level Alchemist judge, seated in the position of honor, frowned. His gaze toward Jiang Chen held a trace of disdain and anger. "This young man is treating this like a joke. What does he take Alchemy for? He has only about an incense stick's worth of time left. Who does he think he is? He thinks he can refine a pill in that amount of time?"
"That's right. The guy has no respect for us Alchemy Masters. In the time it takes an incense stick to burn, you could refine a First-grade Pill at best."
