Han Xian produced a Sixth-grade Pill Recipe—and a Sixth-grade High-level one at that—while the pill recipe Su Luo was wagering was only Fifth-grade. Any normal young man, in the arrogance of youth, would have found it almost impossible to refuse Han Xian's proposal.
What genius was not proud?
Especially a young genius—when challenged or looked down upon, almost none could endure another's contempt.
But Su Luo was different. With the experiences of his previous life, he did not possess much of a young man's arrogance.
Without that youthful arrogance, Su Luo could naturally remain calm in the face of Han Xian's provocation.
Although he could already reliably produce low-tier Fourth-grade Pills, he knew almost nothing about Han Xian. No matter how favorable Han Xian's terms were, Su Luo had no intention of wagering against him.
The reason for Su Luo's caution was simple: judging by Han Xian's confident manner, he had clearly come prepared to compete in alchemy. When facing someone who had come prepared while knowing nothing about them yourself, avoiding unnecessary trouble was the best choice.
After all, no matter how good the things Han Xian offered were, they only mattered if he could win. If he lost, not only would he fail to obtain what Han Xian had put up, he would also have to hand over a Fifth-grade Pill Recipe.
It was not as if Su Luo lacked Fifth-grade Pill Recipes; in fact, he had quite a few. But losing one to someone else simply was not worth it.
"You said you won't bet?" Han Xian's mouth twitched. He could not understand where he had gone wrong.
The gap between a Sixth-grade Pill Recipe and a Fifth-grade Pill Recipe was meant to make Su Luo lose his head. And by saying that Su Luo would win