It wasn't easy to get zang Zili here, but Lin Yi had turned him into this mess. The president would be lying if he said he wasn't angry. If it weren't for the fact that he was worried, he would've killed a hundred Lin Yis to vent his anger.
But now, after hearing Lin Yi claim to be Zhang Liju's last disciple, the president's eyes lit up.
"You're an Alchemist?" The president asked subconsciously. He wouldn't have connected the dots if Lin Yi didn't say so. After all, an Alchemist was synonymous with weak strength-where could there be an Alchemist as strong as Lin Yi?
There was only one refiner who could be this strong, and that was Zhang Liju. Perhaps even he couldn't compare to this Lin Yi. An early stage xuansheng killing an early stage mountain split? Zhang Liju didn't have such a heaven-defying record back then.
"Mystic first grade." Lin Yi was a master at lying, too-he didn't even bat an eye, and the other had to believe him.
