Chapter 2169 — Old Bai Makes a Request
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"Wei Zhao, come with me to my office!" When class ended, Wei Zhao was just about to say something to Wang Xinyan when Old Bai called him back.
"All right." Wei Zhao nodded, rose to his feet, and walked out of the classroom with Old Bai.
Right Panhu hesitated a moment, then followed them out. He had meant to go see Old Bai anyway—Old Bai had told him to come for the test, so he had every justification for going. And second, he was curious what Old Bai wanted with Wei Zhao and hoped to eavesdrop.
The moment Wei Zhao stepped out the door, he noticed Right Panhu trailing behind, but paid him no mind. He went with Old Bai all the way to the office in the Biology Department faculty building.
"Xiao Yi, I hear you also attended the Hidden World Families Summit?" Old Bai asked.
"Yes, Old Bai. I am sorry—I missed so many days of class!" Though Wei Zhao held the privilege of skipping classes, he did not want to be too brazen before Old Bai, and apologized with great respect.
"No matter. You passed the test, so you may skip class whenever you like—those are the rules of Old Bai's class!" Old Bai waved a hand. "By the way, at the Hidden World Families Summit, I hear there is a pill-refining competition every session. Did you take part?"
"Ugh, don't even mention that pill-refining competition!" Wei Zhao laughed. "The rule this time was to refine a third-grade pill—whoever succeeded would win. In the end everyone forfeited. Not a single victor."
"Oh? A third-grade pill?" Old Bai was visibly taken aback. "Why a third-grade pill? In past competitions it was always a first-grade pill—whoever could refine a first-grade pill was the winner; if both refined one, they compared the grade of the pills, and if the grades were the same, they compared the time taken. I never heard of refining a third-grade pill! A third-grade pill—even Old Bai in his day could not guarantee success with every batch. Who on earth came up with the rule to compete with a third-grade pill?"
"Oh? You don't say?" Wei Zhao was slightly startled. Back at the pill-refining competition he had harbored some doubts—who could possibly refine a third-grade pill? But at the time he had not been the one setting the rules, so he had not looked into it. Now, hearing Old Bai say this, a trace of mocking amusement flickered at the corner of his mouth. "Could it be that idiot Right Panhu thought I was some formidable alchemist and deliberately raised the difficulty of the rules like that, fearing I would take first place?"
"Oh? Is there such a story?" Old Bai was startled as well. "So then, your skill in pill refining has improved by a great deal?"
"Improved? With your method, I cannot even condense a pill flame!" Wei Zhao gave a bitter smile and produced the alchemist cultivation heart-method oral formula and the pill-flame condensation formula Old Bai had given him earlier, handing them back. "I am returning these formulas to you for now..."
"You could not condense it..." Old Bai was at once somewhat disappointed.