C56 Pill Concoction into Essence Fifth
Jiang Xiaofan's brows furrowed as he swung his arms in rapid succession, unleashing a torrent of Martial Qi that swirled around him like a tempest. A dozen or so Medicine Vitals swiftly merged, and with another wave of his hand, hundreds of spiritual herbs materialized before him—each one inherently cold.
Above Jiang Xiaofan's head, the Medicine Vitals of the Gathering Cold Grass coalesced