Having placed all three of the potion bottles that she had filled up on top of the table, Qing Yi could not help curiously looking over the pills that the participants standing almost shoulder to shoulder with her had made.
On her left, there was a young girl around the same age as herself. Looking over the pills laid out in front of her, Qing Yi felt quite interested upon noticing how identical and perfect the pills in front of her looked.
The person on her right on the other hand… Let alone having his pills look identical, the dozen or so pills in front of the young man to her right were all sorts of different colours blended together. The most dominant colour being pink.
From this alone, Qing Yi had a feeling that the young man would not be making it through the first stage of the competition…
""…""
