Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
In the small courtyard, Shen Qing wore black short clothes.
On the stone stove before him, a three-legged medicine pot bubbled with steam. Inside the pot, amber-hued medicine liquid churned, emitting a peculiar medicinal fragrance.
If you looked closely, an intense red demon core floated up and down in the liquid, emitting a faint red glow, as if streams of divine light seeped out, merging into the potion.
As time passed, the medicine liquid in the pot began to undergo a wondrous transformation, with the amber color gradually becoming translucent, and the aroma of the medicine becoming richer.
"Just about done."
Shen Qing rubbed his hand over the pot, using qi to retrieve the demon core from the pot.
The demon core, now scorching hot, landed in his hand. He felt no discomfort whatsoever.
After the continuous refinement of the Dragon Roar Armor, the membrane covering his flesh became even more crystal clear.