"Trash, trash… Child, why are you hurling insults?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Who are you calling trash? When we learned how to refine pills, you were still in your mother's stomach."
The disciples of the Miracle Physicians Sect felt a chill run down their spines when they were glared at by a child.
This was because they knew that this child had someone backing him.
Bun also knew that these people's goal was to chase him away. They were afraid that his participation in the Alchemy Conference would pose a threat to them.
However, he insisted on staying. He even wanted all of them to lose terribly.
Who asked them to speak ill of their mother!
Bun's eyes narrowed and the corners of his lips twitched slightly. "You guys lost a lot of crystals in the bet with me to identify medicinal herbs. Have you forgotten? The memory of trash is indeed very bad!"
