"What I called 'a sense of ceremony,' do these people not understand?"
Apparently fearing that Old Hei's words might be true, mainly because he noticed that seven other faces of his future masters were darkened, he had a brainwave, flipped his right hand, and completely lifted the lid of the Elixir Furnace.
The moment the lid was lifted, a fragrance of elixir wafted out.
This fragrance of elixir, as long as one has seen a High-Grade Foundation Establishment Elixir, could already attest to the quality of this Foundation Establishment Elixir.
Under Chu Ning's support of Spiritual Energy, the Elixir slowly rose, floating before everyone's eyes, yet before people could admire it enough, that same hand, which everyone wished they could chop off, appeared and grasped the Elixir in its palm.
You Xing's face turned pale next to him; he couldn't understand why he lost, as he had already given it his all this time.
