This day would mark the moment when a man, who had spent his entire life battling, would come to cherish the feeling of creation. A new flame had ignited within his heart—a flame of desire, tinged with a touch of the vile, yet still full of potential and creativity.
I can succeed, Wen Ran thought, his heart burning with determination. What separates me from success is only experience. If I work hard, I will achieve what I want.
His passion soared, but what Wen Ran didn't realize was that this very day would be the one where he'd question the very words he spoke.
The flame in the furnace now held a trace of wood energy, a delicate balance that seemed to offer hope. But the challenge was in maintaining it. One after another, the herbs inside the furnace turned to ashes, unable to even reach their melting point. To refine them into a pill, Wen Ran needed to control the flame with such precision that the powder could slowly and steadily transform into a small pill.
