After a long while, Hong Haotian finally regained his composure and, with difficulty, swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He looked up towards Yan Cangtian, and said in a grave voice, "Brother Yan, you're not joking with me, are you? This young man, how old is he?"
"Being young doesn't necessarily mean a low level," Yan Cangtian pursed his lips. "Conservatively estimating, this kid's proficiency in the Alchemy Dao would make him a sixth-level Alchemist!"
"Ridiculous!"
"Utter nonsense!"
"Sheer absurdity!"
No sooner had Yan Cangtian's words fallen than several fifth-rank Alchemists on the scene sprang up, having stagnated at the rank of fifth-rank Alchemist for a decade, or even decades. Both in experience and qualifications, they were quite seasoned, but even so, they too struggled to progress from the fifth rank to become sixth-level Alchemists.
