"What?"
"Impossible!"
"There's no way!"
The three of them spoke in near-perfect unison. After they finished, they glanced at each other and couldn't help but laugh.
Leng Yao looked at Qin Li, her voice softening involuntarily. This was something that would have been absolutely impossible for the old Leng Yao. In fact, even now, this gentleness was reserved for Qin Li alone—a fact she herself hadn't yet realized.
"Young Master, I know you're eager to raise our strength, but it's just not realistic. Even the Noble Sects from the Secret Lands wouldn't dare claim they could elevate Martial Artists of poor aptitude to any significant degree within a few years. Elixirs, in the end, are just supplementary aids. What's most important is a Martial Artist's innate talent!"
