"Holy Rank Ninth Grade Alchemist..."
Watching Mo Wangchen's figure gradually fade into the distance, Shi Jie remained frozen in place, unable to recover from the shock.
Also being a Holy Rank Alchemist, he clearly understood the immense difficulty in the advancement of one's skills.
Especially as one progresses, the speed of improvement slows down significantly. He had been at Holy Rank Eight Grade for nearly a thousand years, yet all this time he had been unable to grasp the basics of the ninth grade.
It was extremely difficult.
Not only him, but the other two Holy Masters of the Eastern Desolate were the same!
It's not an exaggeration to say, the gap between the eighth and ninth grades sounds like just a small step, but in reality, the disparity between the two is as vast as Heaven and Earth, an insurmountable chasm.
