Ten Years (1)

At this rate, Ye Lang believed his estimate might be wrong. The time would be far sooner than he had imagined, mainly because of people like Shalan.

Ye Lang had previously estimated the level of Soaring Sky Empire's alchemists, even using a slightly higher standard for the calculation, yet he had still miscalculated. Sometimes, the emergence of one person could change the level of an entire field.

There was no shortage of peerless geniuses in the world. Even if they could not reach Ye Lang's heights, they might not be too far below him, and Shalan seemed to be one such person.

Even a single Shalan could change the entire situation. If there were others, there was even less need to say anything.

Perhaps in just three, five, or seven years, Soaring Sky Empire could produce Alchemy Weapons on a massive scale. In fact, that earlier Alchemy Weapon had been a sign of it.

And Ye Lang might have forgotten that Zhao Yarou beside him was also an exceptionally monstrous alchemist. She simply had never shown it before.

"Eh? Thirteenth Young Master..."

"Ah, yes, it's Thirteenth Young Master!!"

"Where? Where..."

When Ye Lang entered these Ancient Ruins, someone caught sight of him from the corner of their eye. Just like that, the scene began to descend into chaos.

Many people abandoned what they were doing and rushed toward Ye Lang.

"??" Ye Lang stared blankly for a while before realizing that these alchemists seemed to be people he had met before—the Royal Alchemists of Soaring Sky Empire.

Ye Lang held an extremely high reputation among these Royal Alchemists. Naturally, his arrival caused a sensation and drew everyone around him.

Of course, even more of them wanted to ask Ye Lang questions. They believed that he would surely know the answers