The Elder's lips twitched when he heard Fang Yu's words. "How is that possible?" He immediately frowned and he regretted the words that he just said. He eyed the people around them and cleared his throat.
He had already made a deal with Fang Ling'er so he was here for that deal and not to see this Fang Yu create something else. The Elder knew that this woman was a genius from the Eight Palms Sect. However, the Potioneering Guild had a lot of geniuses too. And not one of them was able to create an antidote of this unknown sickness.
He eyed the black potion in Fang Yu's hand. The woman finished this antidote in about one hour of brewing. Even compared to the geniuses in the Guild, this time was considered quite good. However, the effects of this potion… "Why is it black?" he couldn't help but asked as he nodded at Fang Ling'er, sending her a silent assurance that she already won. He then walked towards Fang Yu's table.