"Could it be... he succeeded!?"
One-Eyed Dragon was filled with shocked disbelief. That was a peculiar poison that not even a Fifth-Grade Alchemist could cure, yet that kid had actually done it. 'Just how old is he?'
Heifeng nodded. "Yes, he succeeded. What's more, he refined a Seventh-Grade Elixir, which means he is a Seventh-Grade Alchemist."
HISS...
Even for these assassins, who lived by the blade and possessed iron wills, the shock was incomparable. It was as if countless thunderclaps were booming inside their heads, leaving their ears ringing and their minds reeling. A Seventh-Grade Alchemist!
But assassins were assassins, and they quickly composed themselves. Still, the profound shock deep within their eyes was impossible to conceal. To them, this news was simply too stunning. Who could have ever imagined that Qin Ya would actually succeed?
"Heifeng," One-Eyed Dragon said in a heavy voice, "are you telling the truth?"
