Meng Yirou watched Li Fan as he stared first at the elixir, then back at her. The pride in her heart swelled, so potent she felt she could float.
Hmph. Stunned into silence, are you?
Have you ever met a woman as beautiful and talented as me, able to concoct a sixth-grade elixir at the tender age of nineteen?
It doesn’t matter if you’re some common mortal or a hidden master. Could you refine a sixth-grade pill at eighteen? No? I thought not.
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