In the pill furnace, it was like another world.
Amidst a chaos-like state, the walls of the furnace, scorched by fierce fire, emitted a faint red glow.
Inside the furnace, the atmosphere was scorching hot. Different medicinal materials, under the operation of a pair of transparent little hands, gradually turned into clumps of medicinal powder and began to merge with each other.
'Bang——!'
A muffled sound came from the pill furnace.
Mu Qingge slowly opened her eyes, staring at the pill furnace emitting black smoke.
It failed.
The herbs that had been ground into powder had now turned into a puff of black smoke, merging into the pill furnace.
Lips pressed tightly, Mu Qingge did not start again immediately but instead summed up the experience from the previous failure. She had already anticipated that success wouldn't come in one go, so she prepared ten sets of herbs beforehand.
