The refining of the Cyan Spirit Pill failed again. This time, it wasn't due to a fluctuation in the Earth Fire, but because Yang Chan had intentionally added a bit less water during the process.
He had been constantly watching the others as they finished. Some had succeeded, others had failed. He chose to emerge somewhere in the middle, at the most opportune moment. This was perfectly in line with his current identity.
He put on a suitably dejected expression, then took a deep breath to compose himself. Once he looked normal again, he walked out of the courtyard and returned to Yan Jinfeng's side.
There happened to be people finishing just before and after him. One was looking up with a smile on his face, while the other, like Yang Chan, seemed somewhat crestfallen.
"This failure isn't a big deal. For your second attempt, just add an extra half bowl of water."
