C32 Senior Are You Taking in a Disciple?

At the pill furnace, half a quarter of an hour had passed.

Lin Xuan's hands formed a seal, focusing intently on the task at hand. "Condense!" he commanded in a low voice.

Within the furnace, the medicinal strengths of various herbs had merged flawlessly. Stimulated by the Illusory Spirit Fire, the concoction rapidly contracted, and in the blink of an eye