Lastly, the remaining two, from the way they dressed, seemed to come from another region. They seemed to have journeyed all the way here for this competition and no one would blame them; the rewards were tempting. The remaining two were men. One of them wore common-looking black clothes with his hair packed all the way to the back. He operated his pill furnace very calmly, pouring his flames into his pill furnace. The other person also wore black robes but his robes seemed a bit light. His expression was earnest as he poured his flames into his pill furnace.
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Time passed and it was already an hour into the contest. At this time, more competitors were done with preparing the materials and had started pouring their flames into their pill furnaces. Everything went smoothly. The audience watched as these people refined pills like it was a divine art. The sweet fragrant smell of the flower nectars and fruits spread through the arena. The atmosphere was intoxicating.
