Wan Jiren had not expected Chu Ning to ask such a question, a question he had never considered.
According to his calculations, this remnant elixir could be used to concoct ten types of elixirs by adding other ingredients, and no matter which type the contestants chose, the ownership of the elixir formula would be in his hands.
"Is Chu Ning some kind of a jumping clown? Does he think he is stronger than Grandmaster Wan?"
On the viewing platform of the Seven Fires Sect, Lü Yingguang snorted coldly. Was it possible that with a few additional ingredients, a variety of elixirs could be concocted that even Grandmaster Wan hadn't deduced? Could it be that an elixir Grandmaster Wan hadn't foreseen would be concocted?
Lü Yingguang's words were filled with mockery, and the other sect powerhouses' perception of Chu Ning also dropped significantly in an instant.
Young people are ignorant of the breadth of the heavens and the depth of the earth.
