"We must not allow Shen Qiang to sell any Elixir Pills at the Pill Refinement Conference!"
In the villa area next to the Medicine King Inn, an old Daoist with an immortal allure sat proudly at the head of the table. He looked at the living room illuminated by the morning sun, now crowded with numerous distinguished cultivators, and spoke arrogantly.
"In the alchemy world of cultivation, the Medicine King Valley undoubtedly stands at the pinnacle, and below that pinnacle is our Thirty-two Skillful Hands, who dominate the realm. But now, Shen Qiang of Heshenghe dares to compete with us. If he receives orders from the cultivation world at this Pill Refinement Conference, it will be an insult to us."
Upon hearing this, the cultivators, who seemed to be leaders of various sects and schools, exchanged glances, their eyes filled with understanding.
