When apothecaries refined medicine, they always used pill fire. They had never heard of anyone using ice.
Su Zhiyu wanted to see what Jun Mohuang could do in the end.
"Humph!"
Feng Yunqi turned his head away and ignored this unruly princess.
He wasn't confident at first, but after seeing Jun Mohuang's serious actions, the uneasiness in his heart gradually disappeared.
He began to think that his boss might win.
10 minutes later, the volume of liquid in the two beakers that were in the ice decreased. In fact, the liquids had already condensed into ice.
Jun Mohuang had already taken those two newly-frozen pieces of ice and placed them in the last beaker.
The black potion immediately submerged the two pieces of ice.
She spread her palms and a golden flame jumped on them. Jun Mohuang moved the golden flame under the beaker and controlled the flame to heat the entire beaker evenly.
