Two hours flashed by in an instant.
Ouyang Qinglian didn't give even a second more and instantly stopped the timer, shouting, "Time's up, stop! Stop right now!"
Lu Yang, smiling, extinguished the fire.
In fact, the fire was just a smoke screen. What he used was his own True Fire; otherwise, it would have been impossible to melt all these materials so quickly and perfectly.
Moreover, it wasn't enough to just melt them; fusion was also crucial and had to be handled with care.
It seemed as though he was throwing the herbal materials in haphazardly, but in reality, everything was controlled by his spiritual power.
But such things were naturally invisible to mere mortals.
The final product was a clump of black ointment, about the size of an egg.
"Is this the product of your experiment?" As she looked at the black ointment, Ouyang Qinglian could hardly contain her glee.
With such a product, she didn't even know how she could possibly lose.
