When Ye Chenfeng opened his eyes again, he had already escaped the illusory realm created by the White Shadow Person and the Black Shadow Person. Thinking of the utterly frustrated look on the White Shadow Person's face in the illusion, Ye Chenfeng began to wonder if his alchemical talent was utterly awful. He rubbed his nose and murmured to himself, "It seems I'll have to work even harder in the future. My talent in alchemy must still be far too poor."
"Cough! Cough! Cough!—"
As soon as Ye Chenfeng's words left his mouth, the White Shadow Person's violent coughing echoed in his mind. Wu Fengxian, the White Shadow Person, practically wanted to strangle Ye Chenfeng at this moment. If Ye Chenfeng's talent in alchemy was truly poor, then what did that make Wu Fengxian? After all, when he was alive, Wu Fengxian had been a legitimate Supreme Alchemist.
