"Alright, this exchange is over!" Ji Wuqing announced coldly, stepping forward just as the atmosphere turned awkward. She could see that if this went on, Shen Haoran and Bai Shaohong were about to clash. The power of two Seventh Grade Alchemists was not to be underestimated. Besides, an Alchemist's contest was about Alchemy, not Spiritual Thought. Shen Haoran and Bai Shaohong's true battlefield was not here—it was the fight for the title of Pill Emperor.
Hearing Ji Wuqing's announcement, the faces of those who had been hoping to see Shen Haoran humiliated fell with disappointment. Bai Shaohong, however, breathed a sigh of relief. The moment he realized he'd done so, though, his brow furrowed. 'I've unconsciously started seeing Shen Haoran as an opponent who could actually threaten me.' The thought made him incredibly displeased.
