'We're not stupid, okay?!'
"Gao Neng, just spit it out. How exactly do you want to do this?" After a brief silence, one of the Noble Young Masters finally lost his patience.
"It's simple. Like I just said, any Alchemist here can challenge me. Using the same materials, whoever refines more pills than me wins," Gao Neng said with a wave of his hand.
"You're really going to do it this way?"
"Of course!"
"Fine. In that case, our Beihe Meng Family will set an example for everyone. Second Uncle, please go up and have a match with him," the Noble Young Master said with a nod.
"Alright!" An old man in a loose-fitting robe stepped forward.
The crowd immediately parted to make way for him.
The robed elder walked straight up to Gao Neng.
"I, Meng the Second of the Beihe Meng Family, will compete against Captain Gao today. I wonder, what kind of pill would Captain Gao like to compete with?" the elder, Meng the Second, asked.
