"Young people who can't keep their cool are bound to suffer!" The immortal-like Ma Zhenjun commented coldly. But before he finished speaking, he noticed that many young alchemists in the banquet hall were leaving their seats, clearly showing impatience.
"An alchemist not even in the top hundred dares not to challenge, yet sits here discussing how to monopolize the elixir medicine world? This is the biggest joke I've ever heard in my life."
"I may not understand the wisdom of the elders, but I know if someone spits in my face, I must hit back with a punch."
"Heh, the relationship between the Thirty-two Skillful Hands is a matter for the elders. I'm not here for that. After Shen Qiang defeated Yu Xinghuo, people in the cultivation world started calling him the strongest alchemist. I don't accept it. With him acting so arrogant, if I don't teach him a lesson, I can't forgive myself."
Many young cultivators left in a rush, causing many elderly alchemists to frown deeply.
