If the mission failed, she would surely become a discarded pawn.
Just how deep Pill Domain's foundations ran was not something she needed to consider now. The most important thing was keeping herself alive.
Though she did not know why she had survived, as long as she was alive, there was hope for everything.
Pill Tower.
Outside, chaos had already boiled over into a pot of porridge, yet the inside of Pill Tower remained as steady as Mount Tai.
Guan Ping, who had entered Pill Tower, climbed step by step until she reached its tenth floor.
Creak—
As she pushed open the wooden door, a familiar face came into view once more.
"You're not..."
Guan Ping had just begun to say something when the young man by the tea table raised a finger to his lips.
"It's enough that you know. Don't say it aloud—I haven't had enough fun with your 'Teacher' yet."
After giving Guan Ping that reminder, the young man gestured for her to sit down. As he brewed tea, he said, "The ninth floor of Pill Tower contains the high-level alchemists of the entire Pill Domain."
"So many people were stumped by your question. I doubt there are many in this world who can answer it."
"You were so determined to keep climbing. Did you come here to ask me for an answer?"
As he spoke, the young man handed Guan Ping a cup of hot tea.
Looking at the tea in her hands, Guan Ping raised her head and said, "Yes. There are several questions I've always wanted to ask you."
"I just don't know whether I can."
"Of course you can. The finals of the Pills Convention are meant for you to ask questions."
"Have you refined the pill you are most satisfied with