Deafening cheers erupted all around.
"How long did that even take?!"
"Even the Cold Purity Palace's Pill Dao is nothing before the Palace Heir!"
"Did any of you understand those techniques the Palace Heir just used?"
Many disciples of the Pill Cauldron Department rose to their feet, their eyes fixed on the Treasure Pellet in Ye Li's palm, wishing they could get closer for a proper look.
Ye Li put away the pill, approached An Ziqing, and said coolly:
"The Cold Purity Palace's alchemy amounts to no more than this.
"It seems your so-called mastery of the Pill Dao is nothing more than having a couple more years under your belt than everyone else."
"..."
An Ziqing went pale, his fists clenched as though he were struggling to suppress his resentment.
Only after a long while did he raise his head.
"I lost. I'll honor the wager."
"What do you want me to do?"
Ye Li glanced at the utterly unresponsive interface. He had long since grown accustomed to this and replied calmly:
"Stay by my side for two months first.
"Whatever I tell you to do, you do."
An Ziqing's heart began to pound.
Meeting those golden eyes, he breathed faster and faster before finally giving a slight nod.
"All right. I agree."
At the sight of this,
the surrounding Supreme Clarity Palace cultivators could not help sighing.
"He really brought this on himself!"
"He knew how powerful the Palace Heir was, yet insisted on another contest."
"Is the esteemed Palace Heir of the Cold Purity Palace really going to serve Senior Brother Ye tea from now on?"
"Now that's luxury..."
"You're being far too optimistic. It might be worse than serving tea."
Ye Li turned and said casually:
"Come find me once you've recovered."
With that, he headed