This year's Pill Master assessment was a rather bleak affair.
It was likely because the presiding Pill Masters had already gauged the cultivators' skill levels and, filled with disappointment, were unwilling to waste any more effort.
The dejected cultivators spilled out onto the streets, their hearts heavy and unable to find peace.
Meanwhile, inside the Pill Hall, a group of Pill Masters listened to the exchange between Bai Mo and Xu Wucai, their minds also reeling.
The exchange between the Pill Sect masters had ended an hour ago.
Aside from those who had urgent matters to attend to and had hurried away, the remaining Pill Masters stayed behind in the underground Pill Hall, their discussions blending into a low buzz.
The scratching of brush tips, wielded by Pill Masters trying to recall and record the words exchanged between the three, was completely drowned out by the noise.
