Huang Xiaolong's concocted medicine not only had a strong foul smell, but its appearance was also mediocre.
It was roughly the size of a longan, orange-yellow in color, but lacked any glamorous shine, appearing simple yet elegant.
Such a medicinal pill, even if judged by experts like the vice chancellor and Yue, could only be categorized as a failed pill!
Yes, a failed concoction!
"You're just trying to attract attention!" Yue laughed out of frustration.
Huang Xiaolong talked big, and Yue originally thought that Huang Xiaolong had some tricks up his sleeve regarding alchemy.
Therefore, Yue treated it seriously.
But—
It looked completely worthless!
A piece of trash!
Yue deeply felt that she had been toyed with and fooled.
Rage flared up.
The vice chancellor, equally discontent, his usually gentle and modest face now turned stern. "Huang, I need an explanation."
"Eh? Are you done assessing?" Huang Xiaolong looked bewildered, "That's the assessment done?"