Song Jing's eyes widened in disbelief when she was fed a pill in such a vulgar manner.
Did he really feel the need to make a posture of trying to relieve oneself to feed it to her?
Alas, Song Jing didn't have the time to worry about that.
The effect of the pill was starting to take effect.
"Better start absorbing the effect and be less distracted," Ye Ming warned.
Song Jing acknowledged his warning but didn't respond.
It wasn't that she didn't want to, but she couldn't afford any more distraction. She was now concentrating on absorbing the effect.
When the crowd saw Song Jing sitting in a lotus position with her eyes closed, they became dazed.
Was this still an alchemy competition?
How come this competition operated so differently than the past alchemy competitions?
As much as they wanted to question the process, none dared to utter a single sound, lest they disturbed and interrupted Song Jing.
