Soon enough, Tang Yun was nearing completion.

A third-grade spirit liquid was truly nothing special for an experienced fourth-grade artificer like him.

Twenty minutes later, Tang Yun emerged from the refining workshop smiling triumphantly, a crystal vial in hand.

Within it, a pale-red liquid—the completed Birds of Passage spirit liquid.

There were cries of admiration at the speed at which he had made it.

They turned now to the other refining workshop, where Li Luo was still the very picture of concentration, carefully putting his ingredients together.

If speed was an indicator of ability, things were not looking good for Li Luo.

Still, the resonance artificers could not help but wonder. Why would a new third-grade...