The gap between an elixir of quality eighty-five and one of quality ninety was right in front of Lu Feng. He understood the difference all too well, yet he still found it unbelievable.
Especially when he saw Yang Chan's youthful face, it felt like an illusion.
How could such a young Third Level Alchemist refine a Perfect Level Nourishing Vein and Bone Marrow Cleansing Pill? This was an accomplishment he had failed to achieve after so many years.
Yet the man before him had seemingly reached this stage in less than a month.
This made Lu Feng begin to question his very existence.
'Is the gap between an ordinary person and a genius really that vast?'
'And even among geniuses, can the difference be as wide as a chasm?'
