When Engo saw the delicate azure pill emitting an aura several folds more powerful than his own pill, his heart lurched. Shock and disbelief appeared on his face and he was unwilling to accept the result. Once again the guy had somehow fluked out! What unbelievable luck!
While he, Engo, had to work tirelessly for decades and decades just to reach the current position he held, the youth in front of him whose karma hasn't even matured yet was pulling out gold from his shit.
The heavens were not fair! His heart was full of grievances. His face turned unsightly when he thought about how he had to eat his own words and accept defeat to a no-named brat like this idiot.
He was a true grandmaster of the great dao of alchemy. Why did he have to suffer like this? What would everyone think of him? How would he get any orders from the Eternal Sword Palace from now on?