Her expression held a trace of excitement as she said, "Everyone, in the nearly ten thousand years since our Pill Tower was founded, the youngest eighth-tier alchemist in its entire history... has been born!"
Her voice was not particularly impassioned, yet everyone who heard it felt their scalp tingle!
Yes, the young man dressed in black at the center of the square was the youngest alchemist recorded since the Pill Tower's founding.
Across the long history of alchemy on the Dou Qi Continent, stretching back tens of thousands of years, no one knew whether an even younger eighth-tier alchemist had existed. But in the nearly ten thousand years since the Pill Tower's founding, this exceedingly young man unquestionably held that distinction.
Nineteen years old, and he had refined an Eighth-Tier Pill. Even if someone were making up a story, few would dare invent something like that.
At this thought, the old men flew over to Yao Lao, cupping their hands in congratulations. "Congratulations, old fellow. You've taken in a fine disciple."
"Congratulations, Medicine Saint, on finding such a fine disciple."
"Oh, not at all, not at all. Just my unworthy disciple, my unworthy disciple."
Yao Lao waved his hands as he spoke modestly.
Yet the corners of his mouth had already stretched all the way to his ears. Rather than looking humble, he made everyone want to give him a good, hard punch.
You old bastard, getting a bargain and still playing coy. Look at that hypocritical face of yours.
Many of the old men cursed inwardly. Had they been able to beat Yao Lao, they would have already banded together to give him a thrashing.
But that was only wishful thinking. Never mind being no match for Yao Lao-even Xiao Yan, who now held the pill in his hand,