Jiang Cheng turned around and looked at the crowd that was gradually becoming dissatisfied. He smiled in his mind. Soon, everyone's patience would be exhausted if they waited any longer. The potion ring was about to end.
Another hour passed. More and more sweat appeared on Yun Feng's forehead, and the flames on her palm became bigger and bigger. Heat waves surged out of the flames, but her black eyes were still closed. Bai Zhiyu, who was sitting on the platform, suddenly got up. "That's enough! Five hours have passed. Are we just going to watch her stand there and not move like a statue?"
This shout made the audience, who had been waiting for a long time, respond. The envoy of the Inner Region moved and didn't say anything. Bai Zhiyu looked down at the Master of the Jiang family. "Master Jiang, what do you think? It's time to end this potion ring, right?"
