A month of time!
That's way too long!
Especially at the early stage of the Battle for Ten Thousand Realms, time is incredibly precious.
The earlier one becomes a Divine Hall Alchemist, the greater the benefits.
But they've all failed, wasting a month, destined to miss a lot of the alchemy boom and many lucrative opportunities.
Frustrating!
Extremely frustrating!
But there's nothing they can do!
"Sigh~!"
On the high platform, the white-haired elder sighed and opened his pill furnace, taking out three wasted elixirs.
"The assessment is too hard! I've given my all, yet I still failed. These three wasted elixirs are just distressing to look at!"
The elder looked at the wasted elixirs in his hand with a bitter smile.
At that moment, he just wanted to crush those wasted elixirs.
It was then that a loud voice came from below the platform.
"Elder, may I ask if these wasted elixirs are for sale?"
