Wen Qingye peered through the scorching air and the dappled shade of the leaves, spotting an old woman not far ahead. He watched as she tossed a black plant from her hand into a Pill Furnace, followed by some sort of powder. She then channeled her Primordial Qi into the flames, continuously stoking the fire beneath the furnace.
Wen Qingye watched silently from the side, not making a sound.
The old woman was completely absorbed in her alchemy, oblivious to Wen Qingye watching from a distance.
Wen Qingye shook his head. 'Forget her refining technique—even the way she adds ingredients is riddled with errors. She might be able to make a Low-Grade pill, but anything even slightly better is out of the question.'
Sure enough, not a moment later…
BANG!
The black Pill Furnace began to shake violently, looking dangerously unstable. Suddenly, a huge crash erupted from within it before it clattered to the ground. Wen Qingye didn't need to guess; he knew the furnace had exploded.
