Meng Dayi Here, May I Ask Your Honorable Surname?

Outside Xiao Meng's cultivation chamber.

Feilin and Xue Mei stood with their hands behind their backs, their eyes fixed on the two massive stone doors of the chamber, seemingly waiting for Xiao Meng to emerge from seclusion.

After a long while, Feilin turned to look at Xue Mei beside her and broke the silence first. "Do you think that lecher... can really refine a Fifth-Grade Pill?"

"Most likely... he can!" Xue Mei's heart was far from calm as she said this.

"That guy who suddenly appeared out of nowhere is such a freak. I still can't even refine a First-Grade Pill, yet he's younger than us and can refine Fifth-Grade Pills. He's hit me so hard that I'm starting to question my life. Am I really suited to alchemy?" Feilin said gloomily.

"If all the alchemists in the world knew he could refine Fifth-Grade Pills, every single one of them would be questioning their lives," Xue Mei sighed deeply. How could she not have questioned her own life as well?

A fifteen- or sixteen-year-old Fifth-Grade Alchemist? It was something no one on the Dou Qi Continent would even dare imagine.

Feilin deeply agreed with Xue Mei's words.

"That guy is impressive, sure, but he's way too shameless. He's practically a stinking hooligan, a street thug," Feilin muttered in a low voice. Seemingly recalling something, her pretty face turned crimson.

"Hey! Don't tell me you fell for him just because he hugged you once? Are you really planning to become his little wife?" Xue Mei's dark eyes spun, mischief flashing through them as she smiled sweetly at Lin Fei.

"Get lost! You're the one who wants to be that stinking hooligan's little wife!" Feilin's face reddened further as she swung her delicate fists at Xue Mei.

"I think you'd be a