The moment Feiyan's pill was revealed and its glow blinded the entire arena, the winner became clear.
The young alchemist from the Burning Heart Sect remained paralyzed.
He could clearly see the pill of the tanned beauty, feel its power, but still refused to believe it.
How could someone of his generation produce such a pill? Even his master had only created a handful of them in over two hundred years of life, and they were only pills for the Qi refinement realm, not the foundation realm.
He only woke up from his shock when his own pill slipped between his fingers, falling to the ground with a sharp crack.
He turned his face to his master, an old man with gray hair and a short beard who was standing next to the king.
Despite his defeat, the master didn't look angry - his disappointment had been replaced by intense shock.
The crown prince leaned towards the king, whispering something before turning his lustful gaze on Feiyan again.
