Feeling the envious gazes of the crowd, Ling Yitong was a little proud. She secretly glanced at Ling Chuxi from the corner of her eye and thought to herself,""Although I'm not as powerful as you, when it comes to alchemy talent, you can't compare to me. Don't think that you're proud of your late stage sovereign level strength now. What about ten years later, twenty years later, fifty years later ... With my talent, I'll become the top spiritual alchemist in the Qing-Yun realm sooner or later. I'll even be an alchemy Saint or an alchemy venerable. Even the Masters of the ancient families have to treat me with respect and don't dare to offend me. Can you even compare to me?"
Ling Chuxi noticed Ling Yitong's smug gaze and could more or less guess what she was thinking, but she did not take it to heart. She did not expect Ling Yitong to have such a good aptitude, but this was a great thing for the Ling family, so she did not care.