A witness?
Qin Feiyang glanced disdainfully at Pan Wuyan. Clearly, she's just here to watch the spectacle. A witness? How hypocritical.
However, he still had some confidence in his alchemy skills.
Who would become the laughingstock would soon be clear.
At this point, Mo Wushen said, "I won't bully the weak. You choose what kind of pill we refine."
Qin Feiyang thought for a moment, sighed deeply, and said, "Since I have little chance of winning anyway, you should refine whichever pill you're best at."
Hearing these apparently flattering words, a trace of arrogance immediately appeared on Mo Wushen's face.
But then, he arched an eyebrow.
He has no chance of winning, yet he's suggesting I refine a pill I'm good at? Does that sound like he's making fun of me?
However, he quickly dismissed this thought. What tricks could a good-for-nothing like him possibly have? He must be just giving up.
