"Qin Yue, Young Master Cheng is a fourth-grade Alchemist. If it weren't for his prior treatment, do you think any third-grade Alchemist you randomly found could have helped Grandfather remove the Fire Poison?" Qin Xi said to Qin Yue in a snide tone.
Though Qin Xi's words were aimed at Qin Yue, it suddenly dawned on Cheng Zhibin. He had always believed that Ye Qingchen must have some exceptional ability to treat the Fire Poison in Qin Zhantian. Now, after Qin Xi's reminder, Cheng Zhibin realized the truth. He had been the one to first help Qin Zhantian suppress the Fire Poison, and Ye Qingchen had merely built upon that foundation, happening to draw out the poison by chance.
Without the foundation I laid beforehand, how could a mere third-grade Alchemist achieve such a feat?
Anger began to simmer within Cheng Zhibin. That brat, Ye Qingchen, had snatched the fruits of his hard-earned labor. How could he possibly tolerate such humiliation?
