Upon hearing Liu Zhenlong's words, the Vice President of West Spirit beside him frowned.
"Vice President Liu, no matter what, the emergence of the Quasi-Eighth Grade Elixir is a matter worth celebrating for the Alchemist Circle."
"It is also greatly beneficial for our Alchemist Guild."
"You don't need to be like this."
Upon hearing this, a subtle coldness flashed in Liu Zhenlong's eyes.
He looked at Xi Ling expressionlessly and said:
"Xi Ling, do you mean to say that our Alchemist Guild must rely on Zhou Yu?"
"What a joke!!"
"Let me remind you, if you continue to bolster others' prestige, when the President hears about it, you might not be able to bear the consequences."
The Western Spirit Grandmaster's eyes held anger but also some concerns. Ultimately, she didn't say anything further, turning her head to look at the center of the venue instead.
Liu Zhenlong glanced at Xi Ling, then snorted coldly.
This damn old woman, sooner or later, you'll be squeezed out of the guild.
