Shen Haoran was in no mood to pay Feng Miaoke any mind. He was deep in thought, head lowered and brows furrowed. He kept replaying the recent Elixir refining process in his mind, searching for the reason he had failed. Shen Haoran meticulously reviewed his Alchemy process from start to finish, but he couldn't find a single mistake.
'That can't be right. I followed the refining method from the Alchemy Dao to the letter, even the final Spirit Infusion. There wasn't the slightest mistake!' Shen Haoran's brow furrowed even deeper. Refinement of Spirit Medicine, fusion into a Finished Pill, infusion of Spiritual Qi—Shen Haoran had performed every step with extreme care, yet he still couldn't find anything he had done wrong.
'Then why did I fail?' Shen Haoran's frown deepened. After a moment of thought, he was still completely clueless.
