"Success! Elder Yuh did it!" Xia Heng couldn't help but exclaim with joy.
Elder Yuh let out a silent sigh of relief. After all, even though he was a Third-Grade Alchemist, he wasn't always guaranteed to succeed when refining a Third-Grade Purple Cloud Pill.
Elder Yuh raised his hand in a grasping motion, and the pills streamed out of the Pill Furnace like candies. More than thirty pills appeared, each with a warm luster and emitting a faint, refreshing fragrance. It was clear at a glance that they were extraordinary.
"Your turn, kid," Elder Yuh said to Wen Qingye, looking quite smug.
Wen Qingye nodded and walked over to the Pill Furnace.
Xia Heng said with a smile, "Elder Yuh, you're incredible! You can even refine the Third-Grade Purple Cloud Pill now. Does this mean you're about to become a Fourth-Grade Alchemist?"
