Nash's eyes widened as he questioned Fane.
For a moment, Fane did not know what to say. He assumed that no one would bother talking to him, seeing as he was the only odd one out with his odd behavior, yet Nash actually approached him first and asked him a question.
Fane frowned. He did not want to have anything to do with Nash, but alas, Nash's question attracted quite a few gazes. Practically all of the alchemists from Hestia next to Fane turned to look at him curiously. Some of them began to approach him with questions, too.
"That's true. Are you not scared? You're just a sixthgrade alchemist. Just five thousand pill runes should be difficult enough for you, let alone with nine hundred and eighty-three pill runes within. Are you not worried at all? Do you think you'll be able to condense those ancient pill runes?"
"Surely you don't think five days is a lot of time? Do you think that you'll be able to condense nine hundred and eighty-three ancient pill runes in five days, and reach fifty percent refinement?"
"To be honest with you, I don't know what's going on in that head of yours. Even us seventh-grade alchemists feel like this round is much harder. We don't even know if we'll be able to refine the Purple
Sun Pill in the end.
"You don't seem like you care at all. You don't seem worried about the bet you made earlier. Is one million spirit crystals not important to you at all?"
"He's probably in his ignorant little world. Anyone who knows a thing or two won't be so confused!"
Nash looked at Fane with a serious expression, trying to see something from Fane's expression. After all, Fane had heard everything, and Nash wanted to see past his expressions. Would Fane still be as composed after he had heard the truth?
After observing him for a while, Nash noticed with some shock that Fane's expression did not change at all. It seemed like Fane really did not care, and really was incredibly confident in himself.
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