But the person before her wasn't a Great Grandmaster. She was just a student from the Black Character Class with a low Cultivation, and she had even used the lowest-grade, most inferior tripod furnace.
'How could this be possible?'
Su Ye looked at Nan Ying.
"What? Did you find an ingredient in the Pill that wasn't on this table?"
As her voice faded, Nan Ying stared at her. After a long silence, she enunciated each word.
"This only proves that you used some more advanced technique."
Animosity toward Su Ye, as well as an inexplicable undercurrent of jealousy, laced Nan Ying's words.
Su Ye's eyes flickered, and she chuckled softly.
"What gives you the right to pass judgment on the Pill I refined?"
The moment she spoke, the students of the Black Character Class were riled up.
"Exactly! You think being first in the Heavenly Class is so great? That you can just sling mud like that?"
"You have such a big reputation, but you're still not as skilled as our Su Ye."
