The Medicine Gate plaza was packed with people, except for the stone platform reserved for the competition. Internal competitions at the Medicine Gate were not an annual event, so even non-members came to watch.

Some came for the excitement, while others saw it as an opportunity to meet the new generation of outstanding pill refiners.

In one corner of the open space, Zhou Ting looked around. Not seeing any sign of Ghost Guest, he smiled brightly, his grin growing wider by the second.

"What are you so happy about?" asked a girl in a red dress beside him.