After Chen Tianlong lit the fire, there was nothing left for him to do, but Tan Tian was quite busy. Chen Tianlong was also somewhat confused; he saw Tan Tian holding a large pair of tongs in one hand while cultivating Qi with the other, repeatedly transmitting Powerful Qi for two or three minutes before stopping, and this cycle continued for about half an hour.
"Master, do you need my help?" Chen Tianlong saw that Tan Tian was already sweating profusely and seemed very tired, so he became a little worried.
"No need, you wouldn't be able to help."
Tan Tian said with a wry smile, "Because you are not an Alchemy Master, you can't control your Powerful Qi, and if you're not careful, the pills could be completely ruined."
"Ah? Is it that serious? Then Master, what is the principle here?" Chen Tianlong indeed didn't understand, but seeing his master struggle like this without being able to help at all, he felt a bit anxious.
