"I..." President Fa Ma wanted to curse, but forcibly swallowed the words back down. He truly felt like crying without tears.
He did not even have a cauldron, yet he wanted to enter the Alchemist Grand Meeting—and the competition had already begun. If he jumped down now, it would be a genuine slap across the face of the Jia Ma Empire Alchemist Association.
The most stifling part was that he had to offer his own face up for others to slap. The feeling was utterly damn frustrating.
Under Uchiha Madara's gaze, he helplessly took out a small golden cauldron and handed it over with a pained expression.
"This is this old man's cauldron. If Mr. Madara..."
Before he could finish, the cauldron in his hand had already vanished. Madara examined it carefully, looking like a complete amateur. He even knocked and tapped at it, making Fa Ma's heart tremble in alarm.
The Golden Moon Cauldron that I went to such great lengths to acquire! Fa Ma roared inwardly. If he had a second cauldron on him, he absolutely would not have taken this one out.
Yet as the president of the Alchemist Association, there were very few occasions where he needed to refine pills himself. How could he possibly carry a spare cauldron around? Today was entirely an unforeseen circumstance.
"Mm, it looks pretty good. Thank you in advance, old man Fa Ma!" Uchiha Madara said with a laugh. He had always acted decisively. Holding the cauldron, he rose directly to his feet, spotted an empty alchemy station near the center, and instantly leaped into the air. Amid everyone's astonished stares, he landed not far from Xiao Yan.
This time, he drew the attention of the entire venue.
"Holy shit..." Xiao Yan, who had been studying the pill formula, cried