Oh My God, You Scared the Baby to Death

"Who was so arrogantly shooting their mouth off, daring to spout such nonsense in the Alchemist Association?" A cold voice rang out, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Xiao Meng turned his head as well and saw a short, emaciated old man with a dark face slowly approaching. He held an iron cane that emitted a faint red glow.

Xiao Meng's first impression of this man was that he did not look like a good person.

The old man wore the Alchemist Association's specially made robes, and a badge hung on his chest. Three silver ripples had been carefully painted onto the surface of the ancient-looking medicine cauldron on it.

In other words, this ugly old man was a Third-Grade Alchemist.

Almost everyone in the hall showed respect upon seeing the gaunt old man, but he remained calm, ignoring those gazes.

However, in Xiao Meng's eyes, the old man was just putting on too much of an act.

"Isn't that Master Ku He? I heard he'd spent the past half year researching a pill called the Fire Yang Pill. Why did he have time to come to the Alchemist Association today?"

"Could it be that he succeeded? If so... Black Rock City will have another Fourth-Grade Alchemist."

Low exclamations rose one after another throughout the hall. At the same time, the gazes directed at the old man became even more respectful and reverent.

Master Otto's pupils contracted slightly, and surprise appeared on his face.

"Greetings, Master Otto." Ku He stepped forward and clasped his hands in salute to Otto.

"It seems Brother Ku He has gained a great deal recently. You're only one small step away from becoming a Fourth-Grade Alchemist. All you need now is a tiny opportunity to soar to the heavens in one leap." Otto did not put on