"Although you have a thirst for learning, your comprehension of alchemy is average and your thoughts are scattered. The 'Pill King Secret Manual' in your hands would only gather dust. Leave now." The elderly Emperor Yan shook his head and slowly raised one hand.
"Senior, I can..." Yuan Ming was in a state of panic, just about to say something more, when his vision suddenly blurred.
In the next moment, his figure had already appeared outside the vermillion hall.
The whole process seemed like instantaneous movement; he wasn't even sure how he had left the hall.
Yuan Ming gazed at the interior of the hall, feeling a sense of deep unwillingness.
He knew that his talent in alchemy was ordinary, but with the Stealing Heaven Tripod, he believed that as long as he was willing to study and practice, he would be no less than any alchemy grandmaster of his time.
He wanted to tell that elderly Emperor Yan that entrusting the Pill King Secret Manual to him would not be a waste.
