Ye Lan glanced over to the desk beside her.
Although she had been continuously refining pills, she already knew exactly how many batches of medicinal ingredients she had prepared in total, and how many she herself had used.
At present, aside from what she had consumed, the materials had only decreased by a single portion.
This indicated that after picking up that thin booklet and casually flipping through a few alchemical prescriptions, Shen Yi, for her very first attempt, had managed to refine a flawless pill of such quality.
This was not something achievable by just knowing a little bit.
Pills for seventh-rank True Immortals weren’t considered high-grade at Peak Five; otherwise, they wouldn’t be recorded in the introductory volume.
But the problem was, Shen Yi was not a disciple of the Pill Peak.
She had never studied the precious legacies left by their master and elders here, so the standards of this place could not be applied to her.
Just this single pill was enough to earn an appraisal of exceptionally gifted alchemical talent.
At that moment, Ye Lan saw Shen Yi reach out toward a second thin booklet, the lower volume of the Four Symbols Pill Manual.
For some reason, her usually calm and composed heart suddenly became uneasy.