At those words, all the alchemists were shaken.
The next moment, they all turned to look toward the high platform.
Yao Buran spoke again. "The selection order will follow the rankings from the first round."
Follow the first-round rankings?
The moment Yao Dongliu heard that, the heart hanging in his chest died completely.
There was no need to say it—Yao Tianchen would definitely be chosen by Yao Dongxing.
Unless Yao Tianchen rejected him himself.
But would he refuse?
Of course not.
At that thought, the fist hidden beneath Yao Dongliu's sleeve clenched hard.
Under these circumstances, he could practically declare his defeat already.
But he truly was unwilling to accept it.
Meanwhile, a curve rose at Yao Dongxing's lips. First place was still his.
And it had to be his.
A mere Yao Dongliu wanted to compete with him? What a joke.
"Come on."
Seeing that no one below had moved for some time, Yao Buran spoke again.
Yao Dongxing took a deep breath, then cupped his hands and bowed. "This junior, Yao Dongxing, hopes Elder Yao Tianchen can lend me a hand."
As he spoke, he gave another solemn bow.
He had lowered his posture considerably and given Yao Tianchen all the respect he deserved.
Just as expected.
At the sight, everyone involuntarily drew a breath.
Just as they had thought from the start, the mentor Yao Dongxing chose was Yao Tianchen.
Without exaggeration, Yao Dongxing now had victory firmly in his grasp—unless Yao Tianchen refused.
For everyone else, this merely meant they could no longer compete for first place.
But for Yao Dongliu, it meant being suppressed once again.
After all, the dispute between the two of them was still fresh in everyone's minds.
What a pity.
Sigh.
Everyone sighed unconsciously, their gazes toward Yao Dongliu carrying a