As they entered the stone tower, Xiao Ze's gaze swept over the crowd. As expected of a Pill Tower branch: every alchemist coming and going was at least fourth-grade, and sixth-grade alchemists made up a considerable proportion.
This was enough to show how high the quality of the Pill Tower's alchemists was, far beyond anything a small place like the Jia Ma Empire could compare with.
"Friend Xiao Ze, in two days, Holy Pill City will host a trade fair for alchemists. Once you obtain an alchemist qualification certificate issued by the Pill Tower, perhaps we can go together. There'll be plenty of good things there." As they walked into the tower, Ye Zhong spoke.
Xiao Ze nodded slightly. A trade fair exclusively for alchemists was indeed a rare thing. And now that he had reached the Eighth-Tier ranks, it was about time he saw for himself the grand gathering unique to the continent's alchemists.
Led by Ye Zhong, Xiao Ze and the others soon arrived at the assessment area.
Perhaps because the Pill Gathering was about to begin, there were especially many alchemists taking the assessment, and a long line had formed in the area.
Ye Zhong frowned at the sight and said to Xiao Ze, "Wait here for a moment. I'll pull a few strings. Otherwise, it'll be dark by the time our turn comes."
But just as Ye Zhong turned around, a shrill, spiteful voice suddenly sounded behind him. "Well, if it isn't Elder Ye Zhong! What, you've come to take the alchemist assessment too?"
Ye Zhong's cheek twitched slightly at the taunt. "Your Bai Family really can't spit out anything but venom. You've got one foul mouth."
Hearing the voice, Xiao Ze looked over and saw a grey-clad old woman entering the stone tower with three