The pill room was silent.
The Alliance Hierarch stared at the moment when the pitch-black poison liquid, transformed from the broken heart herb, merged with the golden pill liquid inside the pill furnace. It was as if he had been struck by lightning, frozen in place, his face full of disbelief.
The broken heart herb is a deadly poison in the world, even if an Inner God Realm cultivator takes it, they cannot escape the heart-wrenching bone-devouring pain.
This poison does not take one's life, but torments day and night like a festering sore, until the poisoned person's body wastes away and vitality is exhausted, known as a cruel punishment among poisons.
The Alliance Hierarch couldn't understand why Qin An, who was supposed to be refining a Divine Spirit Pill, would suddenly add a broken heart herb?
If it weren't for Qin An's extraordinary alchemy skills, he would have almost been infuriated by the waste of this heavenly herb.
