Zong Ya took a deep breath and forced herself to stand steady.
"Reporting to the elder, while I was refining the pill, I suddenly felt some sort of connection form between me and the cultivation pill..."
"It was as though I could sense the flow of every bit of medicinal potency, and then... then I followed that feeling and completed the refinement..."
Her words caused an even greater stir.
Several older examiners exchanged looks, seemingly finding it hard to believe.
The old man presiding over the examination immediately stepped forward. "Pill-Alchemist Unity! This is the state of Pill-Alchemist Unity that alchemists dream of attaining!"
He gave Lin Ke beside her a long look, then asked, "Young lady, what is your name?"
"This disciple... is Zong Ya." As soon as she finished speaking, she could no longer hold herself up and toppled forward.
Lin Ke flung Zhao Yan aside and caught Zong Ya with quick eyes and swift hands.
Zong Ya had already lost consciousness, but a satisfied smile still lingered at the corners of her mouth.
He hurriedly channeled a little Spirit Power into Zong Ya to stabilize the energy within her body.
Zong Ya had only fallen unconscious because she had exhausted too much of her strength. All she needed now was for her energy to be balanced.
"Good, good, wonderful!" The presiding elder looked astonished, repeating his praise several times.
Meanwhile, seeing that someone dared to show him no respect, Zhao Yan immediately grew annoyed and demanded sharply:
"Where did this brute come from, daring to ruin my business!"
Lin Ke shot him a glare on the spot, and an attack imbued with Mental Power swept straight toward Zhao Yan.
"You..."
Before Zhao Yan could say anything more, he felt a stabbing pain in his head and abruptly