C663 Six Middlegrade Spirit Refining Pills

"Condense!" Jue Xin executed a precise hand seal, and the liquid within the divine tool furnace began to solidify, quickly taking shape.

"How's it going? Is your pill ready? Need any assistance?" came an inquiry.

Jue Xin's response was a dismissive snort.

Qing Yan, too, was at the critical moment of pill condensation. His face set in concentration, he gradually lifted his palm from the furnace