"Can you let me go? I don't like others—especially men—touching me," Wang Ming said with narrowed eyes. The old man snapped out of his shock and let Wang Ming go.
"I apologize. I got too excited," the old man said while bowing his head.
"It's fine. Yes, I was the one who made the pills," Wang Ming said.
When everyone heard Wang Ming's reply, they were left astounded and looked at him with eyes full of disbelief.
'Heavens, this guy... not even the top alchemists... maybe a few, but those are old monsters who could make high-grade pills,' the old man thought as he looked at Wang Ming with a glint in his eye.
"To make these pills, you need to be a Golden Core Realm cultivator..." Zhen Ying thought. She hurriedly checked his cultivation; she hadn't at first because it was rude and they were trained not to do so, but now she couldn't resist her curiosity. As she checked his cultivation, her pupils dilated, and the others had the same reaction.
