"Excellent quality!" Old Man Ling shouted in surprise.
But Lin Tian's next action left him wide-eyed; Lin Tian casually poured out the elixir without a moment's hesitation.
"Little brother, this...this is of excellent quality." Old Man Ling's expression twisted with a mix of heartbreak and reluctance. Although Old Man Zhuge said nothing, his expression was quite similar.
Lin Tian remained unmoved, calmly saying, "Senior Ling, remember, always strive for excellence. Trust me to make better elixirs."
"Such a pity..." Old Man Ling shook his head but was still aching inside.
Lin Tian continued to refine elixirs, adjusting the heat and fusion time with each attempt, continuously optimizing. However, excellent quality seemed to be the peak, and he couldn't break through it.
On the ground were dozens of elixirs scattered around—failures, subpar ones, excellent ones. The two old men, initially pained and regretful, gradually became numb to it.
