After all, these people already harbored prejudice against him.
The alchemist, upon hearing this, snorted disdainfully:
"You dare claim to have a little knowledge of alchemy? I fear you're just boasting with some superficial understanding!"
The elders' expressions were disdainful; they probably held the same thought.
But Lin Lang suddenly shifted his tone, raising an eyebrow slightly as he looked at everyone and asked:
"What if I can refine a Realm-Breaking Pill?"
The alchemist, as if hearing the joke of the century, couldn't help but mock:
"Impossible! Do you really think you're a god? Even I can't refine the Realm-Breaking Pill; you think you can?"
The elders chimed in agreement, their faces full of doubt and contempt. To them, Lin Lang was simply boasting, lacking the ability to back it up.
However, the Palace Master at this moment seemed to grasp his last straw of hope, a glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes. He looked at Lin Lang, speaking earnestly and urgently:
