Expending a Herculean effort, Song Qiyang finally refined the Unbosom Immortal Cloud Pill.
He secretly heaved a sigh in relief, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and lamented in his heart, "So freaking tired!"
Disregarding the level, the refining difficulty of the Unbosom Immortal Cloud Pill was already not less than some low difficulty rank four divine pills.
But right at this time, a mocking voice entered his ears.
"Look at you refining a rank three divine pill, why is it like you're having a constipation? I'm even somewhat doubting now, are you really a Four-star Alchemy God? They all said that you're once the Pill Tower's Three-star Alchemy God's number one person. I think this standard is also just so-so!" Gu Han's mockery seemed particularly grating on the ears.
Clearly, he had long finished the refinement, watching Song Qiyang refine with an amused expression by the side.