Alchemist Wei looked at Ye Lingyue with a meaningful gaze.
It was the final four hours of the public selection.
"Boss, there's something wrong with this charcoal," Little Wuya, who was adding charcoal into the cauldron, trembled in her voice.
The few pieces of charcoal she had just added wouldn't ignite. The moment they were put in, the flame inside the cauldron dimmed significantly.
Upon further inspection, she discovered that the bottom layer of charcoal prepared by Dan Palace was damp.
"What should we do, should we borrow some charcoal?" Little Wuya pouted, full of self-reproach.
The boss had warned her to check the charcoal. She had checked the top and middle layers, but who would have thought that the problem was with the very bottom layer.
