Song Yin's impassioned demeanor silenced everyone present; not a single word did they dare to utter.
But this did not mean they had agreed.
To enter the Pill Furnace!
If they really were to become elixirs, whom could they even appeal to?
Some even harbored a daring suspicion: was Song Yin doing this intentionally, supervising their cultivation, commanding their obedience, disarming their vigilance, all to refine them into elixirs?
But on second thought...
It seemed unlikely.
They were quite aware of their own weakness, so feeble that Big Senior Brother would not give them a second glance.
This measure of self-awareness, at least, they possessed.
"I know you worry about the suffering within the Pill Furnace, but the Human Elixir Technique necessitates such pain. Without enduring this trial, how can you cleanse yourself of the mortal dust and step onto the path of the Immortals?"
