If he truly failed to refine a Purple Sun Pill, he would be laughed at after he got back to White Marsh Continent. Even if he said that it was much harder this time, no one would care. After all, the Purple Sun Pill was a middle seventh-grade pill. To them, it was not hard at all!
Thinking about that, he sighed as he looked up and said to Ethan, "Ethan, do you think that they'll still laugh at me if I fail to complete the Purple Sun Pill if I tell them that it has nine hundred eighty-three ancient pill runes?"
That person truly cared about his dignity. He was worried that he would be laughed at.
Ethan snorted, not even bothering to look back as he replied, "You've forgotten how they are. Do you think they'll care about your excuses? Failure is failure.
"No matter how reasonable your excuses are, they'll still ignore them. You'd better make sure you can refine a Purple Sun Pill. Otherwise, you'll be laughing stock when you get back."
Ethan did not exaggerate anything nor did he have any intentions of poking fun at that guy.
When the alchemists from White Marsh Continent behind him heard that, they felt uncomfortable as though they had been splashed by a bucket of cold
water.
He sighed and grumbled for a long time before they started choosing their furnaces. Time had already started to tick away, and they were already cursing that there was not enough time. If they delayed any more, it would affect their results.
Moments later, everyone had chosen a furnace for themselves and entered the barriers, temporarily cutting off contact from the outside world.
Meanwhile, three sets of materials for Purple Sun pills had been taken out by Fane in one go and placed on the table.
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