"Alright, you may question me." Lou Qianxue withdrew her gaze. She then calmly and seriously looked at Master Huo.
Master Huo also became solemn in an instant. "Alright, then I'll ask you. When the refining of a pill fails, and the pill is about to get burned, how many countermeasures can an ordinary alchemist use?"
Lou Qianxue frowned and started to ponder the answer.
Master Huo sneered. "What can you, an alchemist who hasn't even registered your identity, know about it? I picked the simplest question to ask you, yet you don't know the answer. And you have the cheek to compete in an alchemy knowledge battle with me? Little girl, looks like you're destined to become my drug slave."
Lou Qianxue raised her eyebrows and looked at him. "How do you know that I'm unable to answer you?"
"Then you tell me, how many types are there?"
