บท 1092: The Barbaric Continent

Sun Yun's words came true. In just three days, Wang Lin attempted pill refining sixteen times, failing all but the last attempt. After each failure, he would silently search for the reason, then leave the house to continue gathering herbs.

Looking at the medicinal courtyard that was still full of vitality three days ago, it had now become a desolate place. Sun Yun could not bear it, and her eyes turned red. This medicinal courtyard had absorbed too much of her blood and sweat. In the past, even when she refined pills, she would be very careful and would not consume too much.

But now, in just three days, the herbs were almost all gone. Although there had not been a single explosion in the past three days, Sun Yun would rather have one. Even if she had to destroy half of the Medicine Hall, it would still be much better than being tortured like this.