Yu Liyuan had thought that when it came time to judge the results, he would have to argue with the others to sort out the rankings.
As it turned out, this wasn't a contest of who was the best, but of who was the least terrible!
"Uh..."
Zhu Tianyun extended his hand. For a moment, the crowd fell silent. Then, they burst into another round of uproarious laughter.
In his palm was a black, mushy lump that faintly stank of something burnt. It was clearly a ruined elixir, one that had been forcibly condensed into shape just as the alchemy process failed.
"Hmph. We'll tentatively rank you fifth!"
Yu Liyuan snorted, not even bothering to offer a comment.
A thing like that hardly deserved to be called an "elixir."
Amid the crowd's roaring laughter, Zhu Tianyun and Li Ruoguang exchanged a look. They both knew the other was facing the same problem, and they couldn't help but share a bitter smile.
Their clever scheme had backfired spectacularly.
