Chen Yuan stared at the pot of potion in front of him. Time passed by, but he did not speak, nor did the old man beside him move.
"Whew."
He didn't know how long it had been when Chen Yuan let out a long sigh and sat directly on the ground.
"Young master, are you alright?" Sheng Xueqin hurriedly surrounded Chen Yuan to ask.
She didn't understand why Chen Yuan suddenly broke out in a sweat and looked utterly exhausted.
Chen Yuan had not only been staring at the iron pot, but he was also trying to evolve, figuring out how to use the Three Realms True Fire and his own essence blood to refine this pot of potion.
One must understand that if he rashly attempted, and failed to refine successfully, it would be a waste of Three Realms Essence Blood, which takes a long time for each drop to recover.
At this moment.
Chen Yuan let out a long breath, as if he were suffocating just now.
