Satisfied to have such an apprentice, he anticipated Zhiyan's future achievements to be even greater.
He was old, and no matter how hard he struggled or fought, there was no space for improvement. However, Zhiyan was different; she was young, possessing infinite potential. At the mere age of twelve, she stood on this stage. What would she be like after another twelve years?
What kind of strength would she possess then?
Upon hearing her master's words, Zhiyan felt a chill in her heart. A fleeting look of astonishment crossed her delicate and fair cheeks, followed by a smile. Her lips curved upwards, and without replying, she nodded her head vigorously.
As the second batch of Alchemists descended from the stage, and the third batch of contestants was announced, Zhiyan rose from her seat.
"Good luck!" Xinxin extended her hand and gave Zhiyan a tight squeeze, cheering her on.
"Keep your eyes open and watch closely!" Zhiyan winked playfully as she spoke.
