As the magma gradually cooled, the heat waves within the cave subsided...
The black tripod, once burning red, returned to its original color.
At this moment, Pan Yong cautiously walked over, wearing thick leather gloves, and removed each of the four tripod lids. Instantly, the fragrance of medicine wafted out, with a hint of subtle coolness, invigorating all who inhaled it.
Duan Rong walked a few steps forward, focusing his gaze into one of the black tripods.
He saw the black bottom of the tripod, smeared with a thick layer of medicinal paste, interlaced with streaks of purple lines.
"This Purple Mark Pill is indeed worthy of being a pill for the True Qi Realm Fourth Level. The fragrance is truly intoxicating..." Yin Cong stood before a tripod, inhaling deeply, enthralled as he spoke.
"Alright, we still have work to do!" Pan Yong said coldly, glancing at Duan Rong. "Duan Rong, come over, and assist me."
Upon hearing, Duan Rong went to Pan Yong's side.
