Chu Xuan had been watching silently, waiting for Wang Luo to finish refining the pill.
Three hours later.
Wang Luo had reached the last few stages of refining the pill. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he had consumed large portions of his spiritual power.
However, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.
Finally, the small cauldron spat out the pill.
There was only one pill.
It had barely reached the threshold of a Divine pill.
Wang Luo put away the pill and revealed a pleasantly surprised expression. He had actually refined a Divine pill.
He took out the pill and started to recover the spiritual power he consumed while refining the divine pill.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior."
Wang Luo bowed respectfully to the phantom image.
"You really don't want to acknowledge me as your master?"
The phantom image asked with a regretful expression.
