Inside the spiritual array, Young Master Xu withdrew his hands and turned his head to say something to his alchemy attendant, utterly ignoring the situation outside.
The staff member stepped forward to collect the finished pill and handed it to the anxious panel of judges for evaluation.
"Ember-Sinking Pill!"
"It really is an Ember-Sinking Pill!"
Lu Chenghui, who received the pill first, had trembling hands. He kept shaking his head in disbelief. "How is this possible? How can this be possible?"
Dong Ling took the pill. With just one glance, she already had her answer.
Its color was perfect.
Its quality was supreme.
There was not the slightest flaw!
It was as though a mature and seasoned alchemy grandmaster had spent more than a month painstakingly tempering this pill—one with little practical use but an exceedingly complex refining process.
There was no answer other than full marks for the paper Young Master Xu had submitted.
"This old man is convinced!"
A president exclaimed with heartfelt admiration.
Arrogance was taboo in the alchemy world, but if someone truly possessed real ability, then even if they acted somewhat arrogantly, as long as they could show matching strength, they could conquer everyone.
"This may not necessarily be Young Master Xu's own insight. Perhaps his teacher happened to torment him with it before." Another president offered his opinion.
The elders were swayed and nodded repeatedly.
Indeed, the Ember-Sinking Pill had no market, but as a tenth-grade pill, its spiritual herb components were cheap while its refining procedures were highly complicated, greatly testing an alchemist's skill.
Therefore, there were still people who used it to instruct disciples.
The possibility that Young Master Xu had learned the Ember-Sinking Pill before... was very high! "Everyone, don't lose heart. This is only a tenth-grade pill. Even if Young