Yang Wei breezed through fifteen medicinal manuals in just ten minutes, giving Huo Zirou the impression that he hadn't absorbed anything. But she wasn't ready to underestimate him yet.
"I'm done," Yang Wei announced casually.
Huo Zirou clarified, "Just so we're clear, to impress me, an Apothecary Grandmaster, you'll need to either refine complex fourth-grade pills or any fifth-grade pills. Anything less is a tragic waste of my time."
"Could you please be quiet?" Yang Wei calmly told her. Then, he turned away, staring at the ceiling in deep contemplation.
Everyone was shocked by how easily those words left his mouth. However, they were all too scared to speak.
Who would dare tell Huo Zirou, a Nascent Soul cultivator, to shut her mouth? Apparently, this death-courting young man.
Huo Zirou's patience wore thin, her eyebrows slowly tightening and teeth grinding. She found everything about his personality absolutely disgusting.
