The heat of the Yin-Yang Origin Flame rose from the cauldron, a quiet and steady warmth that did not flicker under the drafts of the refinement room. Su Ming sat cross-legged, his gaze steady on the gray surface of the iron cauldron. In his mind, the balanced energies of Yin and Yang rotated smoothly, guiding the fire with a precision he had lacked before.
A faint pop came from the cauldron, followed by a light, herbal fragrance that carried no bitterness. Using his spiritual sense, Su Ming could see the liquid Qi within the herbs condensing, the impurities burning away under the heat of his mystical flames. Within ten breaths, a batch of smooth pills emerged, their surface reflecting a uniform silver-gray glint without a single crack.
It was a High Mortal Grade Spirit Calming Pill. High quality.
