The High Priest's brow furrowed, a clear displeasure etching across her face.
This young man is far too arrogant! He needs to be taught a lesson.
"If that's the case, let's refine Battle Intent Pills," the High Priest said.
With a thought from her, a vibrant Alchemy Flame and a pure white Pill Furnace cut through the air, arriving one after the other. This Pill Furnace, too, emanated a treasure-like glow.
Qin Feiyang's eyes gleamed. He thought about snatching it. But on second thought, since their conversation had been recorded, he wasn't worried about them going back on their word.
"The competition allows only one attempt," the High Priest stated. "If the medicinal ingredients are accidentally ruined during the alchemy process, it's considered a loss. Do you have any objections?"
Qin Feiyang shook his head and said, "No, but I want to add a condition."
The High Priest said, "Speak."
