It was apparent that though Ma Rong had lost this match and may have felt some disappointment, he was able to accept his defeat calmly, which spoke volumes about the good nature of his heart as a Pill Master.
As for Wan Lai, he seemed rather proud. Although he had conceded to Ma Rong, the sharpness in his eyes remained intense, exuding an air of arrogance.
"This match, Alchemist Wan Lai is victorious. Now, please, Alchemist Wan Lai, take a moment to rest, as you will soon compete in alchemy against Alchemist Jing Yan," the white-robed elder said.
Alchemy is an immensely spirit-draining process. If Wan Lai were to immediately continue with an alchemy competition against Jing Yan right after finishing one, it would be unfair to him.
"No need, I can continue the alchemy competition with Jing Yan right now," Wan Lai said, shaking his head.
His expression was one of utmost confidence.
The white-robed elder frowned slightly, "Alchemist Wan Lai, are you certain?"
