His companions covered their faces, feeling utterly embarrassed. Zhao Feiyan even turned and walked straight to the rest area. She simply didn't want to be near Lin Xuan. It was too shameful, too foolish.
The Tower Master sighed helplessly. "Young one, don't get too arrogant," he said. "Keep your feet on the ground."
"You missed the gatherings these past three days; you have no idea how many prodigies have shown up. Especially this time, the Pill King's own disciple is participating. It's said that boy can already refine third-grade elixirs."
Lin Xuan was surprised. "Oh? He's a third-grade Alchemy Master too? How old is he?"
Lin Xuan hadn't expected that, besides himself, there would be other third-grade Alchemy Masters in this competition.
The Tower Master replied irritably, "How could he possibly be a third-grade Alchemy Master? What goes through your head all day, young one?"
