"How is it?" Master Baitian asked faintly.
"This..." Several alchemists hesitated to speak.
In the end, they reluctantly pulled out two cracked elixir pills filled with impurities and handed them to Master Baitian.
"Lord Celestial Master, this time the alchemy... although not successful, there is still some result." An alchemist appeared extremely nervous, speaking hesitantly and stammering.
Master Baitian's four eyes were fixed on the two pills in the alchemist's hands, remaining silent.
Indeed, compared to the results of so many previous attempts at refining, this time was the best.
But...
With a glare from Master Baitian, the alchemist's body instantly exploded, turning into a mess of flesh.
But they were still far from success in refining, and this insignificant progress consumed a furnace of invaluable medicinal materials.
The remaining alchemists were startled but dared not retreat, bowing their heads silently, desperately trying to decrease their sense of presence.
