Inside the Exquisite Pavilion's booth at the Alliance Trade Fair.
Watching the customers stream in like clouds, the surging crowds, and the orders being signed on the spot.
Steward Chen and Alchemist Huang, who had regained consciousness, finally wore smug smiles.
Earlier, the two had returned to the Exquisite Pavilion's booth with their tails between their legs, and a little asking around had told them.
That blue-robed young man was the Myriad Treasures House's Chief Alchemist.
They had already known something about this "Ge Hong," but this was their first meeting.
They had never expected him to unearth their shameful secrets the moment they met.
The two hated him so much their teeth itched, but could only turn their anger into motivation.
Huang Wei was indeed impotent, but he was also a genuine Third-Grade Alchemist.
Having immersed himself in alchemy for many years, he possessed profound attainments.
He could now refine third-grade pills of medium quality.
Many Lineage factions in the Imperial Capital, as well as the leaders of many sects in the Hidden Dragon Mountains, had taken the initiative to befriend him.
For this Trading Gathering, he had personally stepped forward and invited several prominent figures.
He had also brought a batch of third-grade pills he had refined himself to build momentum and draw customers.
And he had seized upon the Myriad Treasures House's weakness-its lack of a Third-Grade Alchemist-and publicized it widely.
At last, he had successfully secured cooperation from the representatives of various factions.
Now, Steward Chen was beaming with delight.
"Haha, Alchemist Huang, it's all thanks to you personally holding the fort.
"From the looks of it, every large pill order at today's Trading Gathering will fall into our Exquisite Pavilion's pocket. The Myriad Treasures House will only get a few scraps."
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