Ling Han left the alchemy palace quietly, and returned to the inn, as if nothing had happened.
He had already done what he should do, and whatever came next would be up to fate.
Another few days passed, and the third competition began.
100 participants arrived once more at the alchemy plaza. Though the majority of them had no hopes of coming in top three, none of them wanted to give up before the results were even out.
Who knew if there would be a what-if?
It was still one alchemy chamber for each person. Then, a number of alchemy apprentices walked over, each bearing a box in their hands. Names were written on these boxes. These boxes were all correspondingly distributed among the participants.
After Lin Yongchang took his box, he turned his head, and cast a disdainful glance at Ling Han.
To dare steal his limelight, how truly ridiculous!