Jing Yan's gaze tensed as it fell upon the High Alchemist.
If this person was really Cang Yu's master, Gao Zhao Hai, then who knew if he had heard of him!
However, Jing Yan guessed that Cang Yu, having lost face in Donglin City, would probably be too embarrassed to mention this to his master. Moreover, since Liu Wen, the Vice President of the Alchemist Association, had also been there, Cang Yu must have been quite fearful of Liu Wen; otherwise, he wouldn't have compensated Jing Yan with 200,000 Spirit Stones to keep the peace.
The High Alchemist stroked his beard and squinted his eyes.
"If we use the Divine Netherworld Pill, there might be a fifty percent chance. However, if it fails, the lady could die on the spot!" said the High Alchemist, pondering.
Fifty percent chance?
Hearing this, Jing Yan found it even more laughable.
