Seeing Zhao Yuan walk towards the pill furnace, Yan Zhaoge looked at Zhao Hao, stroking his lower jaw, "If I weren't here today, Zhao Yuan and Zhao Sheng would be destined to have their face beaten here."
"And it would be beating first the right side, then the left side."
"Following that, due to various strange and unusual reasons, they'd probably gradually end up as a stepping stone for Zhao Hao."
Yan Zhaoge drew back the corners of his mouth, "Alchemy requires talent as well as experience; even for me, it would indeed be impossible to help someone to make such speedy gains."
"And it would be even more impossible for me to take to the field myself, going to face this Zhao Hao head-on for real while unprepared."
"If I did that, regardless of who the eventual victory were to go to, it would also end up growing Zhao Hao's face."
"Still, do you think that I will have my back pushed against the wall from just this?"