The Thousand Year Old Demon stared at Zhao Rong with wide eyes. "You want to replicate my elixir? Are you from India?"
Realizing the Thousand Year Old Demon had overheard his whisper to Lili, Zhao Rong said awkwardly, "Damn, Thousand Year Old Demon, are your ears that sharp? I was speaking so quietly. How did you hear me?"
Miss Lili quickly added, "We aren't from India. We're authentic Chinese..."
The Thousand Year Old Demon was utterly unconvinced that Zhao Rong could replicate his elixir. He sneered, "Kid, I don't believe for a second that an Earthling like you could replicate our alien elixir."
Zhao Rong replied humbly, "I know you aliens have extremely developed brains. You're far more intelligent and technologically advanced than we are. But that doesn't mean you're superior to us Earthlings in every single way. Perhaps, in certain aspects, we can even surpass you. I believe God is fair to everyone."
