The venue suddenly quieted down, everyone looking at Xue An, eager to see the reaction of the white-clad youth.
At the same time, many people were pondering quietly.
On the surface, it seemed like the white-clad youth was at a disadvantage.
But just as Liang Ming said, although this Alchemy Armor is precious, it doesn't mean much to an ordinary person.
Yet if one can gain the friendship of an Alchemist by withdrawing from the competition, that would be quite a worthwhile trade.
Moreover, Liang Ming arrogantly said at this moment, "And let me add, I am the only one in nearly a hundred years at the Tower of Truth to advance to Alchemist by the age of thirty,
and I am confident in advancing to Alchemy Master before forty!"
"So... I think you should consider it carefully, friend!"
These words were soft but had a hidden barb, flaunting his achievements overtly while subtly warning Xue An.
The implication was clear: urging Xue An to be sensible.
