The flame in a Pill Furnace was suddenly extinguished.
The Cultivator in front of it laughed, reached inside, and scooped out two Pills.
They were round and smooth, steam gently rising from their surfaces.
The Pill Master overseeing the third floor was also old, but he had a very kind look.
"Senior, what do you think of the quality of my two Pills?"
The Pill Master took the Pills, examined them for a moment, and commented:
"To have refined Pills to this level after looking at the Pill Formula for only a short while shows that your skill is actually quite good."
"If you put in a bit more effort, you should be among those who pass the third floor in the next Pill Master certification!"
The Cultivator's face, initially filled with joy, immediately stiffened.
"Senior, why..."
Before he could finish, the Pill Master rubbed one of the Pills between his fingers, and it crumbled into dust.
Inside the Pill were black impurities, looking just like charcoal.
