"Anyways, is he the suspicious person you are looking for? If you want I can draw his face".
"Yeah, do it" The first hall master of the yan clan, nodded his head and took out a pen and paper from his space ring.
Song Zhen took the pen and paper and started drawing. He was all too pleased to cooperate as he wanted to take revenge on the brat who destroyed his hopes of becoming an alchemist and humiliated him by making him kowtow in front of a hall full of people.
When has he, Song Zhen suffered such humiliation? There is no way he can forget it even if he wanted to. He had been thinking of ways to make the other party's life miserable; however, even he didn't expect the brat to become a tier 3 alchemist.
The very term 'Tier 3 Alchemist' he understood very well what it represented. In the realm of alchemy, achieving the status of a Tier 3 Alchemist was akin to ascending to the upper echelons of mastery.
