Elder Mu sneered, playing with a small antique tripod in his hands, and spoke seriously, "Boy, three minutes? Aren't you afraid your boast will blow up in your face? It's not just you—even a fourth-level Alchemist couldn't possibly produce Purple Clear Spirit Liquid in a mere three minutes! You certainly didn't know that, did you? Haha!"
"Elder Mu, I think this kid can't produce it at all. Perhaps even this second-level Alchemist's Identity Token is a high-quality fake!"
Once these words were spoken, not only did Elder Mu mock him, but the others also joined in the laughter, and those Medicine Alliance Disciples began to curse, soon hurling ugly insults at Ren Feifan.
"Boy, if you can't make medicine, just get out of the Medicine Alliance. We don't welcome you here!"
"Yes, get out of the Medicine Alliance!"
"Since this kid is so strong, he must be here to cause trouble! Quick, contact the experts from New River Town!"