Four full hours had passed, but there was still no sign of activity from Alchemy Room Six, where Ye Qingchen was.
Wang Qiang and Hong Yan were still waiting. The old Taoist and his companions behind them, however, were growing impatient.
"In my opinion, this Ye Qingchen must have fallen asleep in there!" the old Taoist said. "How could an ordinary Martial Artist possibly purify Spiritual Medicine for four straight hours without a break?"
A stout man beside him nodded in agreement. "Exactly! I think this kid is just putting on an act. You're definitely going to lose those one thousand Sect Points!"
Just then—
CREAK...
The door to Alchemy Room Six opened, and a weary Ye Qingchen stepped out.
Instantly, the eyes of Wang Qiang, Hong Yan, and the many disciples waiting to see Ye Qingchen make a fool of himself lit up.
"Look, Ye Qingchen's out!"
"Look how exhausted he is. He must have failed!"
