The furnace blazed fiercely, and the fire stones were poured in.
Boom!
Sparks soared gently, scattering and radiating scorching hot waves.
Sweat drenched the backs of the Ghost Mother Sect followers as they shuttled between the pill furnaces, completely oblivious to the anomaly in the corner medicine cabinet.
The Little Shen Dragon darted in and out, clasping medicine bottles with its two dragon claws, desperately stuffing them into the mouth of the Big River Beaver until it bulged.
The cheeks of the Big River Beaver were sore and swollen, suddenly a white porcelain bottle popped out, the Little Shen Dragon punched it back in place before the small porcelain bottle could fall out, quickly clasping it with its claws, and forcefully pushed the Big River Beaver's head back in place.
Whirlpool Palace.
The Big River Beaver tumbled back, and the five porcelain bottles in its mouth clattered out, the little river porpoise darting to catch them.
