His alchemical furnace resembled an indestructible fortress, meticulously cast from incredibly dense black iron. The heavy walls seemed to bear the weight of time and countless sessions of alchemy, exuding a sense of steadfastness, immovable as a mountain.
The sixth-ranked alchemist was a young woman in the prime of her youth. At this moment, her fair, slender hands were tightly clasped, her knuckles turning pale from the pressure. Her star-bright eyes were filled with an earnest yearning for the results of this competition.
Unfortunately, things did not go as she had hoped. Despite exhausting every ounce of her strength, the quality of the pill she refined was ultimately inferior, failing to reach the crucial standard of Early Rank 3. In the end, she had to leave the stage in dejection, becoming the first casualty of this intense competition.
Chapter 987