"How would you know if you don't try?"
Her clear, arrogant, and domineering voice resounded throughout the entire venue like a thunderclap, ringing in everyone's ears. No one had expected this young person to actually say such words. Did this mean that she had accepted the test of the fifth-grade medicinal pill, the Tendon Replenishment Pill?
Did she know what she was doing? Did she know what the Tendon Replenishment Pill meant?
This pill formula was copied from an ancient book by the president of the Alchemist Union. It was also the last hope of Mo Li's legs. For so many years, even the fourth-grade alchemist, President Cao Can, had been refining this medicinal pill but had never been able to refine it. Could it be that this young person's strength was stronger than the president's? No one would believe this.
"Come down!"
