Nine and Eight Ninth

Before the Mountain of a Thousand Medicine, Hong Zhuang Luo and the others were expressionless and their minds were blank.

They watched the two people before them brew their Dans in a streamlined process and they all felt like they were clowns who could not be compared to those two. Even though they were all genius alchemists, compared to Ling Xian and Dan Tong Zheng, they were not of the same level.

Naturally, their confidence was crushed.

This was particularly the case for Hong Zhuang Luo. Remembering how she had vowed to suppress Ling Xian during the third round, she was so embarrassed she didn't want to stand there anymore.

The alchemy brewing process was smooth like water flowing. This wasn't something she could outcompete him in.

Hong Zhuang Luo's face was full of bitterness. However, she was the best descendant of the Hong Clan after all. Though she knew she would lose, she wasn't going to give up like that.