In that overly simplistic wooden tripod lay ten True Dark Pills, each of identical size, with even coloring. Every single one was a middle-level spiritual-grade elixir, without a doubt genuine.
"Yue Jinghua, ten True Dark Pills, a pill success rate of one hundred percent," even when she saw the most precious spiritual-grade items, Lady Yao's voice was always calm and unwavering. But today, in front of this tripod of True Dark Pills, her voice trembled ever so slightly.
After the results of the alchemy were announced, there was a moment of utter silence in the Chuyun Hall. Everyone's gaze incredulously fell upon the wooden tripod, as if it were some sort of rare treasure.
A pill success rate of one hundred percent, each one a middle-level spiritual-grade elixir, all refined by a junior alchemist. If this hadn't been the scene of the Imperial Alchemist's examination, anyone speaking of it would probably be ridiculed to death.
