Shu Hong's face twisted with displeasure, his brows furrowing in response to the newcomer's attitude. Just as he was about to retort, Liu Wang calmly interjected, his voice steady and composed, "Please, Alchemist Feng, continue."
Michael, aware of the tension in the air, cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. He glanced at the fiery man, who still emanated impatience and skepticism. With a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes, Michael began to speak, his voice carrying an air of confidence.
"Well, from outward appearances and the fragrance of this pill, despite a few inconsistencies, it appears passable. However, the true problem lies after you ingest it."
