"Hah! Look at that woman from the Tang Clan estate! Is she sleeping?!" a spectating cultivator in the grandstands scoffed.
"Everyone else is already burning through their third herb!"
"Heh, you guys know nothing. She is Tang Yilan, the Matriarch of the Tang clan"
"Just look at her hands!"
Yilan opened her eyes.
A cool, commanding glint flashed within her dark blue gaze.
Without opening the box by hand, she flicked her slender wrist.
The wooden lid hovered upward, and twenty distinct spirit herbs lifted into the air simultaneously, suspended in a perfect, rotating orbital circle above her unaligned furnace.
Fwoosh!
With a light wave of her palm, a bright, pure azure flame erupted beneath her hearth.
Yilan didn't feed the herbs into the furnace one by one like the others, instead, she split her Spiritual Flame into twenty individual, hair-thin needles of fire!
The fiery needles pierced through the floating herbs in unison.
