For the sake of appearances, Fa Ma ultimately had Yan Li inspect it personally.
However, the Four-Pattern Clear Spirit Pill was genuine. Yan Li's face immediately turned ashen; he knew he was finished.
He had staked everything on coming to the Jia Ma Empire for the championship title. Now, just as victory was within his grasp, some unknown brat had come out of nowhere and ruined it. His heart burned with rage.
Yet he could not vent it. Three Dou Huang experts were watching from the VIP seats, along with the unfathomable Uchiha Madara. As a mere Dou Ling, he truly did not dare do anything.
In the end, the competition concluded, and Xiao Yan won this year's Alchemist Grand Assembly championship.
Fa Ma and the others were naturally overjoyed, all coming down to congratulate Xiao Yan.
As for Uchiha Madara, he quietly left without drawing attention.
He had sensed Yan Li's intentions. Yan Li wanted to take advantage of the distraction and secretly use his own resources to flee the Jia Ma Empire.
But such a petty trick would not succeed—not only would Madara stop him, even Chairman Fa Ma and the others would not let him get away with it.
The two sides had already discussed it. Yan Li had been handed over to Madara to deal with, dead or alive.
In fact, Fa Ma and the others would have preferred for Madara to kill him outright.
So he would not remain in front of them as an eyesore.
Taking advantage of the chaos and the moment everyone was congratulating Xiao Yan, Yan Li quietly squeezed out of the crowd.
Without pausing, he carefully observed those around him and changed out of his alchemist's robe in an empty alley.
With his Dou Ling strength, such a thing was