Soul Returning Pill? Give Me One?

Beiting Huang didn't expect Zhu Lin to admit defeat so readily. Instead, she was a little stunned and couldn't come back to her senses. Did he admit defeat just like that? No way. She thought that Zhu Lin would insist on revealing the grade of the medicinal pill she refined.

Beiting Huang had seen how arrogant Zhu Lin was, but he was so carefree that Beiting Huang didn't expect him to admit defeat. This made Beiting Huang have a much better impression of him.

"Your Excellency Zhu Lin, in terms of pill refinement experience and technique, I'm actually inferior to you. I've only been refining pills for two to three months…"

Beiting Huang was only halfway through his sentence when the entire arena was filled with exclamations. For the first time, these powerhouses and alchemists on the Central Continent had forgotten Beiting Huang's identity and interrupted him to exclaim. No one had expected him to become a fifth-grade alchemist in just two to three months.