The Alchemy Grand Competition had finally come to an end. Lin Xuan took first place, and his victory definitively proved that his Alchemy Technique had triumphed over the school of the Medicine King Valley. This left the Valley's many disciples speechless. Though they were resentful, they could not deny that Lin Xuan's Alchemy Technique was far more brilliant than theirs.
He had won, plain and simple. They wanted to argue, but they didn't even know where to start. Recalling how they had taunted Lin Xuan before, they now felt incredibly awkward. Wasn't this just a slap in their own faces? They had constantly boasted about the strength of the Medicine King Valley's Alchemy Technique, but now it was clear their skills were inferior.
A competition among their peers was the fairest kind of contest. Lin Xuan had defeated their two most brilliant representatives just like that. What more could they possibly say?
