Three Giants: Xuan Yi

Danta.

Inside the examination hall for Fourth-Rank Alchemists.

There were not many people, barely twenty.

Reaching the rank of a Fourth-Rank Alchemist meant truly becoming a respected intermediate alchemist. Unlike the first- and second-rank alchemists whose standards varied wildly, every Fourth-Rank Alchemist possessed genuine skill. Even in the barren land of the Northwest Continent, this remained true. They could be considered a dividing line within the entire alchemist hierarchy.

Therefore, the examiner responsible for assessing these Fourth-Rank Alchemists naturally could not be mediocre. As a Sixth-Rank Alchemist, he was more than qualified to serve as an examiner. Yet, looking at the men and women observing from outside the hall, he could not help feeling somewhat uneasy.

Perhaps she had noticed the examiner's unease.

Or perhaps she simply did not wish to alert anyone.

The woman's red lips moved slightly.

A voice transmission was immediately sent out.

It landed smoothly in the examiner's ears.

The examiner visibly relaxed. He no longer looked as though an elementary school student had just seen his homeroom teacher, trembling with fear. He somewhat regained the bearing of a Chief Examiner and signaled with his eyes for these renowned alchemists to look at Lu Yuan, who was currently refining pills in the examination hall, as if showing them that he had not lied.

Of course.

He had certainly not lied.

But there was no need for him to flatter himself here.

Under normal circumstances, the cultivation of any Seventh-Rank Alchemist would never be below the Dou Zong realm. With the eyesight of these observers, it was not difficult to identify, among these mere twenty alchemists, whose alchemy techniques bore Yao Chen's traces. Even without the Chief Examiner's indication, a single glance would have been enough to spot it.

"Indeed."

After a long while.

The woman nodded.