Zhu Qingquan hadn't thought the deal was a loss at first. After all, Mo Zhanqing was an alchemy grandmaster. He was merely a little greedy, and for someone like Zhu Qingquan, that actually made him easier to control. But the further things went, the more Zhu Qingquan felt that something was wrong—especially when he saw Lu Xiaotian's arms restored as good as new, and saw him fight with astonishing ferocity, overpowering those of the same cultivation level. The medicinal pill he'd taken had to be a top-grade Blood-Connecting, Flesh-Growing, Bone-Mending Pill. A pill like that wasn't something an alchemy grandmaster could casually produce.
Besides, an alchemy grandmaster was nothing much to a great cultivator. If one felt like showing respect, he was an alchemy grandmaster; if not, suppressing him was easy enough. Of course, under ordinary circumstances, an alchemy grandmaster who had joined a faction wouldn't be easy for a great cultivator to deal with. But this alchemy grandmaster calling himself Dongfang hadn't taken the threats from either him or Xiao Jinglei seriously in the slightest.
Xiao Jinglei had come to Xiangdu in person solely to make trouble for the man, only to end up being taught a lesson by Xiang Kuang, the imperial clan powerhouse who normally couldn't be bothered with such trivial matters. All these coincidences coming together forced Zhu Qingquan to consider another possibility. Could an alchemy grandmaster alone have the confidence to fear neither him nor Xiao Jinglei, both great cultivators? Could a mere alchemy grandmaster summon someone like Xiang Kuang, a powerhouse who stood above the heads of the six great family heads? Obviously not. The answer was plain: this man calling himself Dongfang was likely a once-in-a-thousand-lifetimes grandmaster of alchemy! Only a grandmaster could have such confidence.
Still, these were only passing suspicions, and