Battle Qian Tong!

Qian Tong had not expected Lin Zhen to be so utterly unreasonable.

That was right, he had offended Lin Zhen. But in his view, disputes between Martial Artists were perfectly normal. Lin Zhen's two sons had merely gone missing, yet he wanted to kill him over it. It was making far too much of a fuss.

Although Qian Tong felt that if they truly fought, Lin Zhen might not be his match, he was a Saint-Level Alchemist. As long as he lived, he would have lofty status and an endless stream of money. There was too much for him to enjoy, and he would not lightly put himself in danger.

So he felt this matter could still be discussed, and he was quite confident about it.

Rising from his seat, Qian Tong said solemnly, "Lin Zhen, I do not wish to defend my previous actions, but I hope you will hear my terms."

Without waiting for Lin Zhen to agree or refuse, Qian Tong took out a sheet of parchment.

"This was the pill formula I developed when I advanced to Saint-Level Alchemist. It was through the pills recorded in this formula that I entered the Saint-Level."

"Lin Zhen, you are a rare genius in alchemy. You are already a Seventh Grade Alchemist, and there is a strong chance that you will enter the Saint-Level in the future."

"But have you considered this? There is an enormous gulf between Seventh Grade and Saint-Level. Without someone to guide you, you may remain stuck at this bottleneck for tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of years, or perhaps never advance at all. I am not trying to scare you. I have seen many talented people unable to make even an inch of progress after getting stuck at the point of breakthrough. Such