Meng Wuyou was resolute, it seemed as if he had discarded all outside concerns. No matter if the sky would fall down, it wouldn't affect his determination.
"Sect Leader, esteemed elders, to decide whether these seventeen pill formulas are worth improving, we only need to conduct verification tests," Meng Wuyou declared.
Mu Yan also stepped forward and said, "Even the pill formulas left behind by our ancestors may have some flaws. It is our responsibility as the younger generation to refine and improve them so that the blood, sweat, and tears of our predecessors in the Pill Sect could be perfected."
Mu Yan's words won the approval of many elders, but still, some of the more stubborn ones shook their heads in dissent.
Yu Zhen snorted coldly, disdainfully looking at Meng Wuyou, saying, "Our ancestral pill formulas have been honed and refined by generations of our predecessors. We as the generation following them can barely appreciate them enough, let alone question them."
