At this moment, a violent collision sound came from the furnace.
Cold sweat seeped out of Qiu shurong's forehead as he nervously stared at the pill furnace, not daring to shift his gaze.
Finally ...
Under his nervous mood, the pill furnace emitted a faint fragrance.
The pill was formed!
Qiu shurong slowly heaved a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and turned to Bai Yan in embarrassment.
"My precious disciple, I've already successfully refined it, so ..."
Only the heavens knew that he was so frightened that he was about to cry. If he continued to fail in the refinement under Bai Yan's personal guidance, this disciple of his who had a bad temper would definitely scold him badly.
fortunately, he succeeded in the end.
"Give me the Golden reversion pill."
Only then did Bai Yan's tightly furrowed brows relax and she reached out her hand to Qiu shurong.
