"I lost! I actually lost!"
The last level four pill maker muttered as he stood up.
He dragged the destroyed cauldron and stumbled back.
The academy's side in the plaza erupted in cheers.
"Tang Ritian! Tang Ritian!"
The academy disciples cheered in unison.
Grandmaster Yun Cang and the others could not help but laugh drily.
They would not have believed that Tang Hao was a young man, if not that they had analyzed his bone age.
"Unbelievable!"
They exclaimed repeatedly.
"Trash! All of you are trash!" The thin old man's face was ashen as he kept roaring.
He was about to lose his mind from anger. All those level three and four pill makers could not do anything to a kid in his early twenties. If word got out, his reputation would be ruined.
