Though this smell roughly corresponded to the 13 medicinal ingredients, there were still some differences between these 13 smells after a closer look.
Perhaps others would not be able to distinguish it, but this was not a problem for Ling Han, the Alchemy Emperor.
Ling Han opened his mouth, and said, "This is the horn of a horned-tiger, ground into dust."
Ye Wenbin was taken aback. F***, that's right.
Had he guessed correctly, or… had he really managed to distinguish it?
If it was the former, then it could only be said that Ling Han's luck was really good, but if it was the latter, this brat's ability to recognize herbs was too terrifying.
However, whether it was the former or the latter, neither of them could allow Ling Han to pass the test.
"Wrong, this is High Firmament Grass." Ye Wenbin shook his head.