Mu Wan'er has been working tirelessly these past days, barely sleeping a wink.
The three people on the sidelines all noticed her efforts.
For cultivators, nineteen days aren't much.
But for Mu Wan'er, who used to be such a playful girl, it's impressive.
Now she's able to put in so much hard work.
Chang'sheng looked down at the medicinal pill in his hand.
It was medium-grade Mystic-Tier, which wasn't that high in his eyes.
But after this Alchemy Conference, he'd come to understand the level of alchemists in the outside world.
For someone Mu Wan'er's age to refine a medium-grade Mystic-Tier pill was already pretty amazing.
As for the impurities—
She'd held it down to just twenty percent!
Looking at both factors, you could tell just how monstrous Mu Wan'er's alchemy talent was.
Chang'sheng smiled and gently asked, "So, what kind of medicinal pill is this?"
Ye Qiubai and Blackie walked up too, curiosity etched on their faces.
