Elder He gave a faint smile, accepted the elixir refined by Ling Ye, and with a slight squint of his eyes, said indifferently, "Earth-level Intermediate Elixir, with a Fusion Rate of ninety percent, and an Origin Transformation Rate of eighty-five percent."
Whoosh.
The crowd instantly erupted.
He had not only refined an Earth-level Intermediate Elixir, but its Origin Transformation Rate was even at eighty-five percent? With a Fusion Rate even reaching ninety percent, could even Young Master Qingyu possess such strength?
"Miss Yue, bring your elixir over."
Without looking at the crowd's reaction, Elder He spoke with a smile.
He still wanted to see the elixir that the young girl had refined? Was there even a need to look at it? If this man named Ling Ye was so formidable, even if the girl had something hidden up her sleeve, she would certainly not be his match.
Age was a significant disadvantage.
