Heaven Grade Alchemist, Ling Han!

Tang Zu Ming could feel his facial muscles twitch madly too. He knew that even if Ling Han failed, there was definitely no one who would dare to touch a quasi-Heaven Grade alchemist. Even if his great-grandfather was here, he would think highly of Ling Han as well.

An eighteen-year-old quasi-Heaven Grade alchemist; was he still far off from becoming a true Heaven Grade alchemist?

Why was there such a freak in this world? How was anyone else supposed to live when he set such a high standard?

Only Zhu Xuan Er's eyes beautiful eyes shone brightly; she knew that Ling Han possessed extraordinary talent in alchemy, but had never imagined that he would really be able to become a Heaven Grade alchemist. This was a colossal pleasant shock for her.

Peng!

Ling Han simply picked up the alchemy furnace and walked out. With a sweep of his eyes, he discovered an empty public square and hurriedly raced there.