In the second round, contestants would be judged on the efficacy of their medicinal soups. The one with the better result would advance.
Opponents were once again decided by drawing lots.
This time, Yang Qi drew an opponent ranked in the top twenty on the Divine Doctor List of the Southern Territory. If he won, it would prove he had the potential to be ranked among the top twenty in the next cycle.
Having a stronger opponent has its benefits—it won't be too boring.
However, when the people from Jingnan Prefecture learned who Yang Qi had drawn, they all gasped.
"Zhang Yao of Qing Mansion! This is trouble." Chen Guo's brow furrowed.
"What's wrong? Is Zhang Yao of Qing Mansion that formidable?" Yang Qi asked, puzzled.
"His other skills might not be exceptional, but his mastery of medicinal soups is top-notch. Frankly, if this were a contest based purely on medicinal soups, he would definitely place in the top ten," Chen Guo replied.
