Alchemist Guild.
The chairman's office.
Yan Lin looked at Chairman Fama, who had a medicinal cauldron emblem displayed above him, and stated his purpose. "Elder Fa, I won't beat around the bush with you.
"I came this time hoping to borrow the Spirit Fusion Pill formula for a look. If Elder Fa has any requests, just name them. I'll do my best to satisfy them."
Until the last possible step, Yan Lin did not want to move against Fama.
The chairman of the imperial capital's Alchemist Guild—moving against him meant making an enemy of the entire Jia Ma Empire's Alchemist Guild. Fama's web of connections was far too vast, perhaps even more influential than Gu He's.
After all, even Gu He had once received favors from him. If Yan Lin attacked Fama, it would undoubtedly set off a chain reaction.
If they could make a peaceful deal, Yan Lin would not resort to force.
Although Fama had someone to rely on, he was also extremely wary of Yan Lin.
This was a Dou Wang expert with Dou Zong-level battle strength. Even Jia Shentian would have to be polite if he faced him. Naturally, Fama was no exception.
If the Spirit Fusion Pill formula had not been rather special, he would not have brushed aside Yan Lin's face either.
"Young friend Lin Yan, it is not that this old man is unwilling to lend it to you for a look. Rather, this Spirit Fusion Pill formula only has one final chance to be viewed. If this old man had not already announced it as the champion's reward for this Alchemist Conference, I could have lent it to you for a look."
Stroking his snow-white beard, Fama politely refused. "But news of the Alchemist Conference has long since been spread to the