The Elder of the Divine Alchemist Pavilion

A Breakthrough Pill lay quietly in Ethan Smith's palm.

One of Ethan's hands had been burned black and looked absolutely terrible.

"This is the Breakthrough Pill?" The crowd glanced at the pill in Ethan's hand, slightly puzzled.

Ethan nodded and handed the pill to the little stall owner.

The stall owner took the Breakthrough Pill with a curious expression on his face.

He had never seen a Breakthrough Pill before and had no idea whether the pill was genuine or fake.

"Apothecary, is this Breakthrough Pill real?" The stall owner looked at the alchemist from the Divine Alchemist Pavilion.

The alchemist's face turned extremely ugly, and his fists clenched involuntarily.

He knew very well that this pill was indeed the Breakthrough Pill!

But if he acknowledged it, then he wouldn't get the Best Thin Armor!

The alchemist glanced at the surrounding crowd and saw that everyone was waiting for his answer.