C668 Winning the Competition

"Condense!" Qin Ming executed a precise hand seal, solidifying the pill into form.

"Finished with the refinement?" The elder in white robes glanced at Qin Ming and urged, "Hurry and open the furnace; we need to move on to the next round."

"There's no need for another round," Qin Ming replied with a serene smile, opening the furnace and facing the elder confidently