Although this time the Pill Saint made an appearance, when it came to the competition of alchemy skills, whose disciples were outstanding, it was a point of pride for the entire family.
"In that case, let's watch."
The Pill Saint also smiled, fully confident in his most outstanding disciple.
"Alright, let's begin the second round!"
Dan Dongfeng waved his hand.
Immediately, the long sound of a whistle echoed.
The second round of the alchemy competition began again.
Sitting cross-legged in the space, Ye Mo abruptly opened his eyes because his opponent for the second round had appeared.
This opponent was an elderly person, with cloudy eyes. By Ye Mo's estimation, this person was at least a thousand years old, and when looking at Ye Mo, he had the demeanor of a senior looking at a junior: "I am a clan elder of the Dan Clan, Dan Yifan. Little brat, you should surrender automatically. I do not wish to reveal my strength."
