Three months later.
Inside the Pill Hall, the Furnace of Eight Trigrams emitted a faint, lingering fragrance. The rich aroma filled the entire hall, and both Zhang Hexuan and Yang Zongyuan felt a sense of euphoria as they inhaled it.
The sensation was like drinking a cold spring water on a hot day, leaving them feeling transparent and refreshed from head to toe.
"What an incredible elixir, just a hint of its aroma has filled me with vitality!" Zhang Hexuan exclaimed, his eyes fixed intently on the Furnace of Eight Trigrams.
"It seems my cultivation has improved as well!" Yang Zongyuan was equally astonished.
Yang Zhenshan, however, remained unmoved, observing the fluctuations inside the Pill Furnace with a calm expression.
"Prepare to retrieve the elixir!"
He softly instructed.
Zhang Hexuan quickly fetched a jade plate, while Yang Zongyuan kept a close eye on the lid of the Pill Furnace, fearing that the elixir inside might escape.
