Thousand Year Dream Pill

Liu Jun almost fell to his knees.

Even if Ling Han was a prodigy 10,000 times more freakish than Ji Wuming, Liu Jun would only shrug and say 'how awesome,' and that was it.

Yet now he wanted to worship Ling Han, and revere him as a god.

Too strong. There was actually such an alchemy prodigy that overwhelmed him not just by a large amount, but was even completely qualified to become his master.

He was an alchemy prodigy, and thus only even stronger alchemy prodigies could make him submit.

"Han, Young Master Han!" he looked up at Ling Han, his eyes filled with admiration.

"What young master, go and concoct more alchemical pills. If you still can't raise your success rate to 60% after I break through to Eighth Refinement, I'll beat you up." Ling Han glared at him.

"I'll definitely try my best!" Liu Jun declared, clapping his chest, the respect in his eyes even more intense.

Eighth Refinement!