"You've already seen this useless pill?" Ling Chuxi didn't say anything, but she believed that zhihan should be able to read her mouth.
"You do have some strength, but someone like you who comes from a grassroots background will never know how deep the foundation of an ancient family is. What do you have to compete with me?" Zhi Han looked at Ling Chuxi with contempt, her lips moving slightly.
Ling Chuxi's guess was not wrong at all. She had indeed seen this useless pill a long time ago, and she had even repeatedly examined it more than once. Otherwise, she would not have easily appeared at the alchemy conference. She was determined to get the truth cultivating grass.
Ling Chuxi's face turned cold and she no longer paid attention to zhihan.