Laying a Trap, Massive Gamble

"Kid, did you hear what the Vice Guild Master said? If you can’t prove your identity as a Grade Nine Alchemist, then the Alchemist Guild will reclaim your Alchemist Guild crest." Xiao He looked at Duan Ling Tian with a gaze filled with a sense of looking at a joke.

What a joke!

He wouldn’t believe no matter what that this little kid was a Grade Nine Alchemist…

One by one, the gazes of the people present descended upon Duan Ling Tian, and even more people were waiting for Duan Ling Tian to make a fool of himself.

Duan Ling Tian glanced at the surrounding people as he asked, "None of you believe that I’m Grade Nine Alchemist?"

Even though no one replied, their questioning gazes explained everything…

"You’re called Xiao He?" Duan Ling Tian turned his gaze over to Xiao He, and his eyes flashed with a trace of a cunning brilliance that he didn’t allow Xiao He to notice.