Chapter 681

In the hall of the Esoteric Medical Sect, several elders were engaged in a heated debate.

Leading them was a white-haired, youthful-looking elder who was staring intently at Blake.

"Elder Evans, I know you've been tirelessly working outside on behalf of the sect. Bringing in a Pill Refining Master from outside is one way to approach it, but outsiders will never be as reliable as our own.

"Do you know that my disciple has already successfully refined a grade-seven pill? Just give him a bit more time and he'll surely become a true Pill Refining Master," the elder said.

"Hmph, just a single grade-seven pill? Is that even worth mentioning? Grade-seven pills are no big deal here. Everyone here can make them. Yet, who among us dares to call themselves a Pill Refining Master?

"Elder Erwell, surely you know that to claim the title of Pill Refining Master, one must be able to refine pills of grade six or higher," Blake retorted, mocking Lundly Erwell for defending his disciple.

"Indeed,