On the charcoal stove, there was only a palm-sized fragment of a tile left.
It was obviously the bottom part of a pot.
Of course, a fragment of debris wouldn't be enough to shock Old Master Jiang.
What truly made him incredulous were the few dragon-eye-pit-sized brown elixir pills suspended above the tile fragment.
These few elixir pills seemed to be enveloped by a mysterious energy, suspended about three centimeters above the tile.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Old Master Jiang could hardly believe such miraculous methods existed in this world.
Just relying on refining, it forms pills, without needing to knead?
Pills suspended three centimeters, without any external force pulling them, even Newton's coffin lid wouldn't hold.
"Huff!"
At the same time, Qin Chuan let out a sigh of relief, reached out his hand, and grasped those elixir pills.
The pills were scorching hot, yet he seemed oblivious to it, his face carrying a hint of joy.
"Finally, it worked."
