Just four words completely shattered the last of Leng Yue's and Xiang Wendao's composure. Xiang Wendao stared blankly at Zhao Dong, his face a mask of indescribable shock. After a long moment, an expression of profound bitterness and complexity crossed his stiff face.
"Indeed... I was shortsighted! Mr. Zhao, I failed to recognize a great man!"
Having said that, Xiang Wendao slowly bowed.
A dead silence fell over the room as everyone watched the scene in disbelief.
Ling Feng's jaw nearly hit the floor. This Zhao Dong, the man he had looked down on so much, actually possessed such profound skill in alchemy? He had come to the East Sea specifically to find an Alchemy Master, and it turned out... Zhao Dong was one? And he himself had given him such a hard time?
For a moment, Ling Feng fell silent, his heart filled with a whirlwind of complex emotions. The other alchemists also stared at Zhao Dong without a word, their shock no less than Xiang Wendao's.
