Alchemist Theodore looked at this scene without a single change in his expression, and none of the people from the crowd dared say anything either.
The young man quietly walked backward and bowed apologetically.
"Forgive me, Alchemist Theodore, it seems I won't be able to help you." The young man's face had gotten red with embarrassment, and all his previous confidence had disappeared.
Alchemist Theodore shook his head and said in a low voice, "Next!"
As soon as these words resounded in the hall, none of the cultivators present dared to step forward. They weren't as enthusiastic as before; most of them adopted a wait-and-see approach.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became oppressive, with none taking the initiative.
Seeing this scene, a frown appeared on the alchemist's face. Celia wasn't too happy either; her nose was tightly scrunched up.
