A Brutal Slap in the Face: Your Daddy Is Still Your Daddy

After refining the Wind-passing Pill, the gray-robed young man sneered at Bai Ge, then closed his eyes to rest.

Before long, the foreign alchemists behind the gray-robed young man also successively refined Wind-passing Pills.

They were no ordinary Third-grade or Fourth-grade Alchemists, but all seasoned alchemists.

Refining a third-grade pill of merely average difficulty was no problem for them at all.

Time slowly ticked away.

Perhaps because the foreign alchemists led by the gray-robed young man had been the first to refine Wind-passing Pills, everyone felt the pressure.

In the square, nearly all the alchemists tried to speed up their refinement of the Wind-passing Pill.

However, the third-grade Wind-passing Pill was still far too difficult.

Most of the alchemists participating in the convention were First-grade and Second-grade Alchemists. Asking them to refine a third-grade pill was undoubtedly asking too much.

As time neared its end, the alchemists capable of refining Wind-passing Pills were already approaching the final stages of their refinement.

Seeing that the alchemists around him had either given up or were about to finish, Bai Ge also slightly increased his pace and refined the Wind-passing Pill.

Looking at the green pill spinning within the cauldron, Bai Ge beckoned with his right hand. The pill immediately turned into a streak of green light and shot out of the cauldron, where Bai Ge caught it in one grasp.

As though he had sensed that Bai Ge had refined a Wind-passing Pill, the gray-robed young man in the distance suddenly opened his eyes. He sneered at Bai Ge and made a throat-slitting gesture, as if saying: I've won this time!

But Bai Ge's expression did not change in the slightest. He calmly ignored the gray-robed young man's show of bravado.

This made the gray-robed young man's face turn ashen, filling him