"Young Master!"
Two elders from the An Family quickly rushed over to support the unconscious An Xu.
"He has overexerted his perception and is only temporarily unconscious. It's not a big problem. Just take him down to rest properly."
Elder Dan briefly examined An Xu and then spoke.
"Thank you, Senior. We'll take the young master back to rest now."
Without hesitation, the two elders of the An Family supported An Xu and left.
Without a doubt, as the competition progressed to this point, even An Xu had failed, leaving only Mo Wangchen on the field.
However, this didn't mean he had secured victory.
The rules of the competition had always been that only those who successfully concocted the Concentration Pill could receive the reward of two hundred thousand jin of Desolate Energy from the Pill Tower.
"The eighteenth ingredient already..."
Shortly after An Xu was supported away, the audience's attention once again focused on Mo Wangchen.
