"Hahaha, Brother Ye's alchemy skills have truly reached the acme of perfection! In my view, with your strength, there's no problem passing 'Ask Not'!"
In the restaurant, a demon race youth faced Ye Yuan, a flattering look on his face.
Ye Yuan took a sip of wine and said coolly, "Brother Blackpupil's words are flattering a little too over the top. During these 50 million years, only 11 people have cleared 'Ask Not.' Your words are pushing me into the fire pit!"
Blackpupil seemed slightly awkward as he laughed and said, "Haha, no matter what, Brother Ye's alchemy standards are the most formidable that I, Blackpupil, have seen to this day! If not for you, it's probably impossible for me to break through to late-stage rank four within a short time!"
Ye Yuan smiled and said, "Brother Blackpupil is too modest. With your talent, I was merely adding flowers to embroidery."