Clang—!
The clear, melodious chime echoed over the plaza as the finals of the Alchemist Convention, watched by the entire empire, officially began.
On the spacious bluestone platforms,
An Yi, Xiao Yan, Yao Yue, Liu Ling, and the others were still arranged in the most conspicuous central area.
However, unlike yesterday's preliminary round, when he had been an unnoticed nobody, today, nearly half the eyes inside and outside the arena were firmly fixed on the bluestone platform where An Yi stood!
That jade-green pillar of light that had instantly crushed the entire field yesterday had made him, without question, the greatest dark horse and focal point of this convention.
His formidable Dou Wang strength, his miraculous flame control techniques, and that unreasonably perfect handsome face... An Yi was simply the most dazzling presence in the entire arena.
Yet Xiao Yan, standing on the neighboring bluestone platform, could only describe his current mood as a stomachache.
He lowered his head and glanced at his empty right index finger, and the corner of his eye twitched violently again.
The ancient, black ring that had always been worn on his finger was now sitting on An Yi's left index finger!
"That bastard..." Xiao Yan gritted his teeth inwardly. He really did mean what he said—he robbed and swindled me for it!
With Medicine Elder as his trump card, the little unease An Yi had felt about pill refining instantly vanished, and he became brimming with confidence.
"Kid." Medicine Elder's slightly weathered voice rang in An Yi's mind through their soul link. "Let me make this clear first. This is the finals, with tens of thousands of people watching."
"At most, I can assist you in secretly controlling the heat and guide you on when to merge the ingredients through the soul link. You'll