Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, less than two months remained before the battle of the Nine Countries' Talents would recommence.
Fang Lin spent nearly a month of time and finally succeeded in refining a furnace of Flesh Blood Pills.
As the flames went out, and white vapor rose, the pure and rich scent of the medicine permeated the entire Tiankui Pavilion.
Inside Tiankui Pavilion, Elder Tiankui showed a faint smile and nodded slightly.
Ye Mengxian, who was instructing Su Xiaotong and Dugu Nian, turned her gaze toward the depths of the medicinal garden, surprise evident in her eyes.
"This kid's Pill Refining is making such a commotion; it seems he has concocted something good," Ye Mengxian murmured softly.
