Inside the distinguished room, Yin Zhaoyang slapped himself on the forehead, feeling very dizzy. 'Higher level my ass! Fourth-tier will be the highest-level information a third-tier alchemist can record in those jade slips!'
Wordless, Xu Zizhuo and Gan Deming were staring at the three jade slips from the backstage as well.
Mister Mei randomly took a jade slip and placed it against his forehead as he began to identify it. The Mei Clan's art of appraisal was unparalleled. Suddenly, he frowned, his pupils constricted, and then an incredulous look crept up his face.
Yin Zhaoyang almost vomited blood as he watched that. 'Oh no! They are really rubbish. Even Mister Mei cannot believe something so ridiculous! Ah well, since this lad has Elder Yuwen behind him, they can't blame me for this.'
Meanwhile, under the gazes of all, Mister Mei's face turned extremely pale, as if he just saw something terrible.
Puke!
