Swoosh swoosh swoosh~~
Water cascades from the sky, repeatedly washing over the roof of the alchemy room, cascading down like a heavy curtain of water, dark and gloomy, blurring the scenes even in the courtyard.
The alchemy room, as if sunk to the bottom of a lake.
An Li sat despondently on the ground, her sword robe spread out in a limp silver-white circle, eyes vacant, muttering repeatedly, "Failed, failed."
She hadn't slept for two days and nights, and this sudden failure hit her hard.
This was the Crimson Palace Pill meant to improve Uncle Luo's realm; she had failed, how could she face Uncle Luo?
Song Yan glanced at the wasted pill at the furnace bottom, raised a hand to retrieve it, and placed it in a bottle, then bent down to protect little Li Junior Sister, who was thoroughly dazed.
