Inside the stone platform, every examinee except Xiao Yan pressed a palm against the fire vent of their cauldron and ignited their flames.
"Why isn't he moving?" Frank looked at Xiao Yan in confusion.
"Master, you miscalculated!"
Lin Fei said gleefully, "He obviously doesn't even know how to start a fire. This is too ridiculous!"
Farther away.
Lang En shook his head and sighed. If Xiao Yan truly was a First Grade Alchemist, the Black Rock City branch might have shown leniency and forgiven his mistake.
But now, it seemed that his small hope had clearly gone up in smoke.
"Frank, it seems we've been played by that kid." Otto shook his head with a bitter smile.
He became even more convinced that a powerful expert stood behind Xiao Yan.
Otherwise, not even Nalan Yanran of the Nalan Family would have dared to toy with them like this.
"Yao Lao, couldn't you have just transmitted the prescription's information directly into my mind? Did you really have to dictate it?"
Xiao Yan rolled his eyes helplessly and placed his palm atop the cauldron.
Boom!
Two-colored flames of water and fire blazed to life, and their strange hues drew a wave of startled cries from within the stone platform.
The flames of the other examinees uncontrollably tilted toward Xiao Yan.
As if kneeling in worship!
"Heavenly Flames?!"
Boom! A deafening explosion rang out.
The oldest alchemist staggered back several steps in terror.
His cauldron had exploded! Watching this absurd scene, Otto felt deeply sympathetic. "Lao Han Dun, you really have no affinity with alchemy. You've been taking this test for more than thirty years! Listen to me—go manage a medicinal herb garden. You'll live freely and comfortably!"
"I... I refuse!"
Lao Han Dun stumbled back in anguish, then stubbornly raised his head.