C684 Don't Admit It

At the same time, Wang Xiao was constantly refining Pill s in the basement. Beads of sweat were dripping down from his forehead. Refining a middle-grade Pill was indeed very taxing on Genuine Qis. He had only refined less than ten Pill s, yet he was already so tired.

One had to bear in mind that he had only felt a little tired after refining dozens of elementary Pill s in one go