"There was no need for Chairman Fa Ma to flatter me." Xiao Fan sounded impatient.
Jia Xingtian knew Xiao Fan's background well. This guy never left empty-handed, so his main target this time was probably Fa Ma's private collection.
For the first time, Fa Ma, the respected president of a nation's Alchemist Guild, had suffered a setback in the Imperial Capital.
And his opponent was merely a young brat. Yet even after being rebuffed, Fa Ma did not dare harbor any resentment, because he knew Xiao Fan was not merely a Tier 5 Alchemist—he was even a Tier 6 Alchemist, above Fa Ma himself.
If he could curry favor with him and obtain the inheritance of a Tier 6 Alchemist, then perhaps even a little insight leaking through the cracks between his fingers could loosen the bottleneck that had trapped Fa Ma at Tier 5 for years.
Just as Jia Xingtian had expected, Chairman Fa Ma brought out quite a few treasured pill formulas. He had collected these formulas over many years, and there were even quite a few high-grade ones among them. To an Alchemist, they were undoubtedly the most enticing things imaginable.
"Master Xiao, these are pill formulas I have collected for many years, offered as an apology."
Perhaps Xiao Fan would have been interested in pill formulas before, but he was different now. Any random formula from his mind could leave Fa Ma speechless with shock. Forget Tier 6 formulas—even Tier 8 formulas would not make him bat an eye. Only Tier 9 formulas, or perhaps ones beyond Tier 9, might stir his interest.
Chairman Fa Ma probably had not expected that the collection he had amassed over so many years would seem less practical to Xiao Fan than two bottles of pills.
Fa Ma secretly made