Inside the venue of the Alchemy Conference.
Only Lu Chang'sheng remained, still yet to hand over his medicinal pill.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on this one guy who started his alchemy at the very last incense stick to burn.
Then finished the process at a speed that defied logic.
Would this pill actually work?
Nearly everyone believed it was impossible.
Even those who had already finished, like Zhong Li and Xie Yuanren,
thought so too.
Up in the audience, Mu Wan'er was staring at Lu Chang'sheng's back and said, "Uncle Li, do you think Uncle can actually pull this off?"
Uncle Li didn't even need to think and just shook his head, replying, "Fire Return Pill may just be a Mystic-Tier pill, but even our family's best alchemists need some time to craft it."
"This guy's fast, but alchemy is a delicate art—you can't afford the slightest mistake."
"So..."
Uncle Li didn't finish his sentence, but Mu Wan'er still got the message—he didn't have any faith in Lu Chang'sheng!
