From afar, Wang Shaowei watched Bai Lao San swallow the pill outright, and his heart leaped with joy as he waited expectantly.
There had to be a problem!
Something absolutely had to go wrong!
Wang Shaowei's thoughts were simple. If Bai Lao San encountered a problem after swallowing the pill, then not only would Hu Xiaochuan be in trouble, but perhaps the entire Jiangnan Hu Family would be dragged into it.
Thus, he naturally hoped that something would happen to Bai Lao San after taking the pill.
Just as Wang Shaowei had hoped, something really did happen to Bai Lao San after he took the pill.
But it was somewhat different from what Wang Shaowei had expected. Bai Lao San had indeed changed.
Yet the only change was that his aura had risen.
Because Bai Lao San was utterly obsessed with the path of alchemy, he had no interest whatsoever in cultivation. If not for the physique of a Xiantian Martial Artist, which allowed him to support several consecutive days of pill refining, he probably would not even have cultivated to the Xiantian Martial Artist Realm.
As early as thirty or forty years ago, Bai Lao San had already been a third-level Xiantian Martial Artist. Though he had not deliberately cultivated in all these years, he had still advanced another three levels, reaching the Sixth Level Realm of a Xiantian Martial Artist.
Basically, every martial artist who knew Bai Lao San was aware of this.
But right there at the scene, Bai Lao San's aura rose.
One moment, Bai Lao San had been a Sixth Level Realm Xiantian Martial Artist. The next, his aura had risen, reaching the realm of a seventh-level Xiantian Martial Artist.
This scene stunned everyone, especially Bai Yifan.
To Bai Yifan, it was perfectly clear that