Medicine Peak.
Wang Qianhe's residence.
After sending off the messenger, Yann Xu, the placid mask on Wang Qianhe's face instantly contorted into a sinister snarl.
CRASH!
Without a second thought, he smashed an exquisite antique vase on the floor.
Wang Qianhe roared in a low voice, "Making me compete in alchemy against some snot-nosed brat! A brilliant idea, Qin Tiansheng. After all these years, do you still think I'm a puppet on your strings for you to command as you please?"
If Yann Xu hadn't left, he would have been utterly shocked to hear this.
Who was Qin Tiansheng?
He was none other than Elder Yao, and that was his secular name.
But this name hadn't been used in a very long time, so much so that everyone had forgotten Elder Yao's real name.
All they knew was the name "Elder Yao."
And what Wang Qianhe said next would have been even more shocking had anyone heard it.
