Plot

"Master!" Just after the second round of the competition ended, Wei Ziran hurriedly looked for Master Gan.

"Master! We can't allow Ye Zhuixun to remain in the competition! He can even refine a Wind Fire pill with a purity level of 60 percent. I'm afraid…"

"Humph!" Master Gan stared at his disciple. "Don't people say that every time you refine a pill, it has a purity level of 80 percent? Why did you make a mistake this time?"

Wei Ziran's face fell, and he lowered his head in dismay. "It's too difficult to refine a Wind Fire pill. I wasn't careful and made a mistake…"

"Alright! It's the last day tomorrow. The pill you'll refine is what you're the best at. I hope that you won't make any mistakes again!"

"Yes, Master! But that Ye—"

"Don't worry! There's no need for us to take action on that Ye Zhuixun. Someone will naturally deal with him."

***

The third day.