At that moment, Chi Shuyan stared at the iron furnace which had exploded and the black decoction in the bowl next to it. She looked at each in dismay and felt pained. Who knew if she had been successful in the refining.
The most profound lesson she learned from refining the pill this time was: Without a good pill furnace, don't use inferior products as a substitute. Otherwise, the furnace would explode.
Chi Shuyan still had some lingering fear. If she hadn't reacted quickly just now, she wouldn't have wasted just the pill furnace, but also these herbs. Thinking this, Chi Shuyan didn't dare imagine how painful that would have been.
Although she hadn't successfully refined the medicinal pill, this thing was at least quite similar to that low-grade spirit soup. But should she drink this decoction or not?
If she collapsed directly, she would die of heartache.