The square was still buzzing with discussions. Almost everyone was staring at Tyler and the strange machine beside him. Qin Zhao raised his hand and the noisy crowd gradually quieted down.
"I know all of you have many questions," Qin Zhao said with a smile. "But this is still the Rookie Cultivators' Assembly. The competition has not officially ended. Let's announce the winners first."
"Please wait, Senior Qin." Tyler suddenly stepped forward.
Qin Zhao looked at him. "What is it?"
Tyler cupped his hands. "I wish to withdraw from the rankings."
The words stunned everyone. Even Qin Zhao frowned, "Why?"
Tyler scratched his cheek before answering honestly, "I'm not an alchemist. I came here to demonstrate the Pill Maker, not to compete with real alchemists. The machine may have refined the pills, but I didn't. If I stand on the podium, I don't think it would be fair to those who have spent years studying the Pill Dao."
