"Fuck... is this guy trying to copy my technique?" Seeing Uchiha Madara's expression, Xiao Yan, who understood the characteristics of the Sharingan, naturally knew what the other man was planning.
But he felt a trace of indignation. Hmph, he knew the Sharingan could copy another person's ninjutsu and movements, but what made alchemists so difficult to become was not merely their pill-refining techniques. The sheer breadth and complexity of what it involved was something even he had only glimpsed at the surface.
Since Uchiha Madara wanted to copy him, then let him copy away. Xiao Yan refused to believe that the other man could completely imitate things on the level of the soul as well.
Steadying his mind, he glanced again at the little princess and Liu Ling. The flames burning within their cauldrons were both the same dark yellow, flames entirely catalyzed by Dou Qi. However, Xiao Yan believed this was not their limit. Perhaps both of them had hidden trump cards. Given their status, it was perfectly normal for them to possess such cards.
"Regardless of their tempers and personalities, their practical skill really is formidable..." Xiao Yan sighed inwardly. Since first coming into contact with alchemy, he had only studied it for a full three years at most. Compared to people like the little princess and Liu Ling, who had perhaps been trained at their teachers' sides since childhood, there were naturally some areas where Xiao Yan could not catch up. After all, no matter how talented he was, it was impossible for him to match more than a decade of another person's achievements in such a short time.
It was precisely because of this that, although the little princess had reached the third-tier level at such a young age, Xiao Yan did not feel the slightest