No one knew better than the vice treasurer what a sixth-grade pill meant. In so many years, Heavenly Pills had accepted an uncountable amount of students, but there were not many who actually became sixth-grade alchemists.
Constance let out a meaningful smile as he asked,' Vice treasurer, you really have so much up to your sleeves. I can't believe Heavenly Pills has a genius as well. I'd never heard of it before.”
The vice treasurer's lips twitched. He wanted to explain himself, but if he said that Fane could not refine sixth-grade pills, and only had some talent in forming pill runes, it would be a massive joke.
Everyone would laugh at Heavenly Pills.
Yet, if he remained stubborn, Fane would end up revealing everything when it was time to refine the pills. Then, the humiliation would be worse.
His hands trembled. He had never felt like he was in such a troubled position before in all his years. He felt like he was trapped between two hard spots. Everyone thought that the vice treasurer was actually planning on using silence to answer the question when they saw that the vice treasurer said nothing.
However, Constance seemed unwilling to let him off, and wanted to pursue the matter to the end. He asked, "What's this student's name? Which family or what
background did he come from? To be able to refine a sixth-grade pill at that age must mean he's incredibly talented..."
The vice treasurer could no longer hold on. He turned around and used a low voice to say, "He's just trying it out. Mr. Constance, you'd better focus on your own disciples. You don't have to care about Heavenly Pills."
Constance could immediately catch the guilt in the vice treasurer's words. Suddenly, Constance was even more interested. He could not help but place his gaze on Fane again.
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