Who Is the Real Dark Horse?

Grey stared blankly at the scenes unfolding before him as waves of shock surged through his heart.

"What's going on? Is my eyesight failing me?" He rubbed his eyes before looking in An Lin's direction again to discover his hands dancing fluently in the air.

It was as if his crimson flames possessed a life of their own and they leaped for joy as they engulfed the ingredients within the pill refinement cauldron while refining the ingredients with great speed and efficiency.

"Why… Why can't I understand these techniques?" Grey felt as if he were watching a magic show.

The essence from all the ingredients were extracted before fusing to form a whole.

The pill-condensing process had already been set into motion, and the entire process was extremely smooth. It could even be said that An Lin's operation throughout this process was perfect.

The properties unique to his flames began to act on the spirit pill while slowly improving its quality.