"The last bottle?"
Everyone shook their heads; they had resigned themselves to their fate. The standard of Alchemy Dao on the Eastern Fire Continent was indeed weaker than that of the Northern Silver Continent, not just by a small margin, therefore any youngsters from there could easily beat them.
"Let's just get this over with, no need to come for the third round; it's just humiliation from the Northern Silver Continent. What's there to see?"
"Hmm?"
"Eh!"
"Ah!"
The three appraisers opened the bottle stoppers, all momentarily stunned.
Having been through so much, they knew what standards seven or eight grades were; Lord Zuo did not need to intervene personally. They were about to routinely announce "Grade Seven," but the fragrance of the elixir hit them, invigorating their spirits.
Perfect grade, oh no, it's definitely grade five, even surpassing it!
