"Teacher, there are far too many people entering the Pill Gathering! Compared to this, the Alchemist Tournament back in Jia Ma was like earth beside heaven!"
Amid the countless surging heads, the Black-Robed Youth stared at the staggering scene in the vast square and murmured in amazement.
"You brat, how big is the Jia Ma Empire? How could its Alchemist Tournament possibly compare to the Pill Gathering? This is the foremost gathering in the hearts of alchemists across the continent."
"I'm looking forward to this more and more. If you win the Pill Gathering, what expressions will they make when they find out you're my disciple? They should be quite a sight."
A voice sounded in the Black-Robed Youth's ears, its tone decidedly devious.
The Black-Robed Youth was speechless. "Teacher, is that why you won't let me reveal that I'm your disciple? Your sense of humor is far too twisted."
"What the hell do you know, brat? Those two old fellows refused to acknowledge my superiority back then. They thought I'd stolen their title as the continent's greatest alchemist, and they mocked me plenty. Now that I have a chance, of course I'm going to make them admit defeat wholeheartedly."
The Black-Robed Youth remained skeptical. He knew his teacher's temperament well, after all. In his opinion, his teacher was simply being devious and indulging his twisted sense of humor by playing a prank on his old friends.
"With so many alchemists here, Teacher, I can't guarantee I'll win."
The Black-Robed Youth shrugged. There were countless alchemists on the continent, and the number gathered here was beyond counting as well. Among the strong, there was always someone stronger. Who dared guarantee that he was the best?
Besides, the Three Thousand Burning Flame was certain to draw quite a few old monsters