"Damn it, this old bastard really thinks he's got me under control. Damn, with such a big commotion, did this old guy not suspect anything? Damn it, hurry up and retrieve the elixir, if you don't, how am I supposed to stab you to death with one sword!"
Zhou Yan cursed inwardly again. Zhao Yi believed that elixirs refined over a long period and overcooked were more potent and perfect, so he delayed retrieving the elixir.
Although Zhou Yan gained great benefits, the pain was indeed like a thousand arrows piercing the heart, unbearable. If it were any other cultivator, they would have died in agony. Zhou Yan, with his incredible willpower, couldn't help but curse inwardly.
After waiting a while longer, this old guy started sensing the temperature of the pill furnace. He judged it could still be refined because the temperature hadn't dropped. Zhou Yan almost wanted to burn this Zhao Yi to death; damn, this is alchemy!
This is refining ghosts!
