"Ah?" The maid froze, then remembered the records about the Alchemy Convention in Ye Yu's intelligence. Her face immediately changed. "Miss, you mean Ye Yu wants to... No way, right?"
"You'll know soon enough." Murong Xue looked at the purple aura gradually rising within the Great Qin Imperial City.
Qin Han's face was gloomy. In his eyes, Ye Yu was nothing more than a magpie occupying a dove's nest, and venom slowly welled up in his gaze.
What he did not know was that Qin Wushuang had seen every bit of that expression.
Perhaps Situ Guang was right. It was time to replace the Heir Apparent.
Time slowly passed, and before long, ten days had gone by.
Over those ten days, the alchemists who had come in admiration to watch were utterly entranced. Watching a Grade 8 Alchemist refine pills from such close range was truly a feast for the eyes.
They focused intently on Ye Yu's pill refinement process, yet failed to notice that a layer of purple haze had long since begun to drift down from the sky.
They could sense that Ye Yu was about to complete the pills.
Another half day passed before Ye Yu finally rose slowly to his feet. The fluctuations emanating from the pill furnace were astonishing, and he then opened it.
More than a dozen pills were revealed before everyone's eyes.
At that sight, every alchemist present sucked in a sharp breath. They had originally thought Ye Yu had refined only one pill, but he had actually refined more than a dozen.
Although the gap between a Grade 8 Alchemist and a High-Rank 7 Alchemist was like an impassable heavenly chasm.
This was still far too outrageous.
Could the three alliance masters of the Alchemy Alliance refine so many pills at once?