Ye Hang's hands moved like phantoms as he operated the pill cauldron. The medicinal pill in the pill cauldron was about to form as it gave off a faint light.
"Set!'
Ye Hang gave a low cry, and the light on the medicinal pill dissipated, forming a dark green medicinal pill.
Making a gesture of grabbing at it, the pill flew into Ye Hang's hand.
"Sigh. I was too overconfident. If it were so easy to invent a new medicinal pill, how could it be that it's my, Ye Hang's, turn to do it?" Ye Hang shook his head and threw away the newly refined pill.
Presently, Ye Hang looked utterly haggard. It was evident that he was greatly exhausted.
He was attempting to develop new medicinal pills without getting any sleep or rest these few days in order to prevent the Fragrant Medicine Pavilion from declining. But all of his efforts were in vain.
