Both of them continued to watch.
And both of them, in their own way and in their own time, arrived at the same reluctant conclusion.
The record of one-day pill refining — a benchmark that had stood unchallenged for centuries, a standard that the entire alchemy world had quietly treated as a fixed point in an otherwise shifting landscape — was going to fall today.
Inside the cauldron, under the careful, unhurried guidance of Wang Chen's divine sense, the pill continued its formation. The second ring settled around the core with slow, deliberate precision, cooling by degrees, the green pill layer forming over the surface like a final coat of lacquer being applied to something that already knew it was finished.
The Fate Reversal Pill glowed softly in the light of the Three Tripod Flame's ancient fire.
Almost done.
Wang Chen's eyes were completely still.
