As Zheng Jingshan's heart was in turmoil, he suddenly smelled a strange smell.
He was stunned, but he saw that Pei Ling seemed to be in an unnatural daze for a moment. Then he retracted his hands that were forming hand seals to refine the pills. He stood up straight and explained with an embarrassed expression, "I was busy just now. My spiritual power was insufficient, so…"
"It's fine." Zheng Jingshan glanced at the charcoal at the bottom of the furnace and did not care at all.
After all, that batch of superior-grade Bone Tempering Pills had already fully demonstrated Pei Ling's talent in alchemy.
It was beyond shocking!
At this moment, even if he destroyed a cauldron of pills, so what?
He pondered for a moment and said, "Alright, I already know that your talent in alchemy is indeed very outstanding."
