Surrounding discussions caused the white-robed girl's eyes to turn red with anxiety, and she couldn't help crying. Her furnace had blown up, and she looked around helplessly for help, but everyone was busy with the pill-refining competition—who would have time to mind her?
"I'll give you a pill furnace."
At that moment, the girl's opponent, a grey-haired boy, flicked his sleeve and handed over his spare crimson cauldron.
Chapter 38