"Then I'll watch the competition from the sidelines and make sure everything is fair and impartial. What do you think?"
None of them dared say no. But things weren't going as smoothly as they'd expected. If he kept pressing them, their true intentions would soon be exposed.
"Why don't you go back and rest? There are so many of us—we couldn't possibly gang up on a child. We'll make sure everything's fair and impartial."
"There's no need. You didn't look very happy here earlier."
"How could that be? You must have been mistaken."
Master Zi Huo gave a cold snort and ignored him, flicking his sleeve as he headed straight for the competition grounds.
The people around them were secretly channeling their magical power to support the old man competing, helping him refine all the pills successfully. But the person they were truly afraid of seeing was standing right behind them, watching them pull their little tricks.
"I never thought that a group of people several times older than him would stoop to something so outrageous."
They hurriedly stopped when they heard that. But how could the man receiving their power know what was happening? He was already giving it his all.
After all, his companions had been feeding him power from behind. But when that power disappeared, he gradually grew too weak to continue refining the pills.
Seeing that the flame was about to die out, Master Zi Huo gave a cold snort and looked at the people beside him, as if to signal that they could lend the old man some power.
"You've already lost, but the pills aren't to blame. Hurry up and clean up this mess."
"Yes, yes."
One of them even went out of his way to bring over a chair so Master Zi Huo