Immediately, a strong aura erupted from Cormac's body and covered Darryl.
Cormac also thought Darryl was lying.
After all, no pharmacists had ever existed for the past thousand years, especially in the Three Major Sects. For the past hundreds and thousands of years, they had continuously collected fragments of prescriptions in an attempt to raise a new batch of pharmacists. However, there was too much missing information, so they had not been successful.
Cormac had also been studying the Art of Elixir in recent years, but he did not know much about it.
'A powerless man dared to tell me he can produce elixir? How can I believe that?'
'Er…'
Darryl was stunned and compelled to smile after seeing how vehemently they were reacting. "Master, why would I say that if I don't have full confidence?" he asked Cormac.
Then, he said sincerely, "Plus, my life is in your hands, Master. Why don't you let me give it a try? If I can produce a Trio Pill, then you shall release Miss Mosley and me!
"If I can't, you can do anything to me, and I won't say a word."
He spoke sincerely, and it was irrefutable.
When Cormac heard what Darryl stated, he scowled and started to ponder.
'He is right. After all, his life is in my hands. Why would I fear his tricks? Plus, if he can produce elixirs, then he would be a rare genius, and I should do all I can to get him to join the Pure Yang Division.'
In short, there was no disadvantage for him.
Cormac looked at Darryl perplexedly and nodded. "Fine! I'll trust you this time. You shall make a Trio Pill now.
"If you fail, don't blame me."
Then, Cormac waved his hand and motioned for Angus and the others to leave.
'Huh? Master agreed to his request.'
Angus panicked and wanted to advise Cormac not to believe in Darryl.
In the end, Angus held back when he saw Cormac's facial expression. He called out for the crowd to retreat and create some space.
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