"Ho—Holy Pill?"
Wu Gang was utterly shocked, his eyes wide as saucers, terror plastered all over his face.
He needed Lin Chang'sheng's guidance just to refine Second Grade Elixir—he wouldn't even dare to dream about First Grade Elixir.
And now, Lin Chang'sheng can actually refine a Holy Pill?
Just what kind of monster is he? His Alchemy skills are straight-up terrifying!
"Elder Lin, are you actually a Holy Grade Alchemist?"
Wu Gang gazed at Lin Chang'sheng with unabashed envy—Could this senior's age be merely a facade, just an outward appearance he conjured up?
Otherwise, Wu Gang simply couldn't wrap his head around how someone so young could possibly possess such profound Alchemy mastery.
"You could say that."
Lin Chang'sheng replied simply, "Gathering these medicinal ingredients within half a month shouldn't be a problem, right? Of course, I'll make sure you get your Immortal Crystals!"
