Faced with Cheng Zhibin's mockery, Ye Qingchen smiled faintly. "Since the competition allows us to choose any elixir freely, what's wrong with me choosing a third-grade Breakthrough Pill?"
Cheng Zhibin gave Ye Qingchen a cold sneer before bursting into laughter. "Ye Qingchen, although the Breakthrough Pill is the most difficult to refine among third-grade Spirit Pills, so what if you manage to refine one of top quality? Could it possibly score higher than a fourth-grade Spirit Pill?"
Ye Qingchen simply shook his head, refusing to waste any more words on Cheng Zhibin. These were merely attempts to unsettle his conviction, and he wouldn't be so easily fooled. He turned and walked to his station to begin inspecting the medicinal herbs.
Cheng Zhibin snorted coldly, already calculating how he would mock Ye Qingchen after his inevitable victory. He didn't just want to crush Ye Qingchen; he wanted to crush the entire Qingyun Sect.
