Excitement, tension, envy, jealousy...
Various emotion swirled, etching expressions of despondence, reluctance, surprise, or disbelief on everyone's faces...
Clutching the white elixir in his hand, Song Xiaohu delayed swallowing it, his movements suspended, the moment frozen as everyone's breath hitched, waiting in stunned anticipation...
Gazing at the elixir, inhaling the wafting fragrance at his nose, he took a deep breath, wishing he didn't have to consume it so hastily. If possible, he'd rather preserve it for a lifetime, permanently sealed in a corner of his space ring, or to take it out from time to time for admiration, as motivation for his relentless progress.
"Had I known this, even if it cost my old life, I would have persevered till the end," gasped an alchemist who had just stepped down from the stage in the Alchemy Area, his eyes red with both envy and desire.
