Chapter Seven Hundred and Eighty
Long Xiaoshan had become the center of attention in the entire venue.
He was the only one who had not yet completed his alchemy.
Even Fu Xuelan, the fairy of the Bodhisattva Gate, had already finished collecting her pills.
The time he had spent was too long.
Two whole hours had already passed.
For such a long time, the crowd had gone from initial astonishment to slowly turning into doubt. After all, using True Fire for alchemy consumed one's own True Qi, and such a prolonged process was somewhat abnormal.
The alchemists were also looking skeptical.
Long Xiaoshan was too young.
At his age, no matter how skilled he might be, his True Qi couldn't possibly last this long.
Many people began to suspect that Long Xiaoshan was feigning mystery and profoundness.
Restless murmurs started rising from the crowd.
Tang Xiao said with disdain, "Stop posturing, if you can't refine it then you can't, what's the point of wasting everyone's time?"
