"These guys, how can they be so shameless!!"
Ye Wansheng stood in the yard, seething with rage.
Beside him, Ye Qingzi also looked extremely frustrated, never having expected such a thing to happen in the Spirit Art competition.
Ye Qingzi was very familiar with the scent of Spirit Items; she could even discern the quality of a Spirit Item just by the subtleties in the scent that wafted out.
However, just as Ye Qingzi was nearly finished with all the steps in refining her own Spirit Items, she suddenly detected an unusual scent.
It was the fragrance of the Qingluan Leaves, which cannot be further refined to produce a higher quality.
Yet the scent of the Qingluan Leaves drifting over from the neighboring Pharmacist's Yard was different from all of hers!
In a competition like the Spirit Art, the materials must be consistent. Having higher quality materials greatly increases the likelihood of producing higher-level Spirit Items.