After a brief moment of stunned silence, Cao Yang grew anxious.
"Little brother, that's not fair! That wasn't what you told me earlier. Are you making a fool of me?"
Once the elderly man surnamed Chen recovered from his bewilderment, his expression turned odd. He even glanced at Cao Yang, as though asking:
Where did you find this lunatic?
They could hardly be blamed for not believing him. An eighth-tier Alchemist this young was utter nonsense as far as they knew. The two most gifted Alchemists currently in the Pill Tower were nineteen this year, and even they were only at the advanced seventh tier.
Perhaps those two could reach the eighth tier before turning thirty, but they were the finest geniuses in the entire Pill Region.
This Xiao Yu looked barely twenty-something. An eighth-tier Alchemist? Did he really think he was one of those two from the Cao Family and the Dan Family?
"Please leave, little brother. I cannot conduct an eighth-tier Alchemist assessment here."
Although the elderly man surnamed Chen felt he had been made a fool of, he did not unleash a torrent of abuse. That would have been far too ill-mannered. He merely spoke coldly.
Even Cao Yang's gaze toward Xiao Yu slowly cooled, losing its earlier warmth.
Anyone who encountered someone making a fool of them would hardly show a pleasant face. The fact that they had not resorted to violence already spoke well of their manners and restraint.
Xiao Yu felt a headache coming on. He had known this would probably happen once he said he wanted to take the eighth-tier assessment.
But his purpose in coming here was to become an eighth-tier Alchemist. Surely he could not settle for a Seventh-grade Intermediate assessment.
If anything was to blame, it was that he was