Ou Tianlin's mind reeled, his eyes wide with horror.
But a moment later, a torrent of indignation with nowhere to go washed over him. The color drained from his face, leaving it deathly pale. He pointed a trembling finger at Qin Ya. "Since you didn't lose your spot, why come looking for me? Do you have any idea how many precious herbs I wasted to deal with you? Get out of here, now!"
Qin Ya, however, just chuckled softly. His eyes were icy as he replied with indifference, "Leave? You plot against me, and now you just want me to leave? And as for your 'precious herbs'... Indeed. Those Wasted Pills of yours were nothing more than a pile of expensive ingredients."
At these words, Ou Tianlin could endure it no longer.
He pointed at Qin Ya and roared, "Wasted Pills! You insult the Elixirs I refine again and again! Qin Ya, as of today, you and I, Ou Tianlin, are irreconcilable! I challenge you to a debate... no, not a debate! I challenge you to a Pill Battle! Do you dare accept?"
