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Nanli pointed at Ye Siheng. "It's not me, it's him."

The elder glanced at Ye Siheng, who was diligently refining pills, and felt even more defeated.

Ye Siheng, merely at the Golden Core stage, already possessed such remarkably pure and rich spiritual energy!

To exaggerate, even if the elder were alive, he doubted he could compare.

With a long sigh, he muttered, "It's fine. Even if his spiritual energy is strong, he probably has no talent for alchemy."

When the elder first refined the Vein-Ease Pill, it took him ten attempts to succeed.

However—

Ye Siheng calmly announced, "Is this considered successful? A'Li, come over and take a look."

"Hahaha, no way! Isn't this your first time refining pills?" The elder floated over skeptically, his face full of disbelief.

His expression froze.

Inside the cauldron, several perfectly round Vein-Ease Pills were already formed.