Elder Yu was, after all, a man of extraordinary composure. Yet when he saw the six Snow Python Pills Yang Chen had produced, he was truly stunned. After recovering his senses, he exclaimed, "This... young friend, these six Snow Python Pills—could they all have come from your own hand?"
"What, Elder Yu? Are you worried that I prepared half of them beforehand? The pills are right before your eyes. I trust your discernment is still sharp enough, isn't it? Pills made by different people may look no different at first glance, but there are still subtle distinctions within them. And when they have just come out of the furnace, those differences are even more obvious," Yang Chen said.
How could Elder Yu not know this? The moment the words left Yang Chen's mouth, Elder Yu had already distinguished them.
He drew a deep breath. He knew very clearly that not only had the six Snow Python Pills come from the same person's hand, they had also just been refined.
Then there was no need to think any further. The refiner was undoubtedly Yang Chen.
Furthermore, although these pills were low-grade Heavenly Pills, once Yang Chen displayed them, their color and quality were clearly not much inferior to mid-grade Heavenly Pills.
Most crucially, six was the maximum number of Snow Python Pills possible—this was common knowledge. Yang Chen had refined six in one go, which meant his alchemy level was definitely not merely at the initial stage of the Heaven-grade pill tier. Even mid-grade could not describe it. He was very likely high-grade—perhaps even perfect!
Yang Chen then asked, "Elder Yu, what do you think?"
"That's right. These six are genuine, no mistake about it!" Elder Yu replied in amazement.
"Then do these six Snow Python Pills happen to be worth