Just as Frank nodded and was about to swallow the pill in one gulp, someone called out, "Hold on!"
Yosil had been quietly observing, but he had suddenly shouted out.
The audience turned their heads in surprise and looked toward Yosil.
"Chief, is Kornac's Keep deliberately favoring that kid?"
"Yeah, Chief! He criticized an elder for lacking skills and abilities since he couldn't see through the secrets of his pill. Do you really want someone like that?"
As the crowd buzzed with discussion, Yosil remained composed. He approached Frank slowly and carefully took the pill from Frank's palm.
He raised the black mudball slowly, allowing the sunlight to shine through. Yosil narrowed his eyes as he examined it closely and felt a sudden jolt in his heart because he faintly saw it.
Encased within the pitch-black mudball was a pale yellow liquid that swirled with the movement of the pill.
"This..."
Although Yosil maintained a calm demeanor, he was deeply shocked inside.
Was that… the marrow fluid of the mudroots that had been refined?
Yosil was in disbelief. He dared not imagine that the liquid within the pill was indeed the marrow of the mudroots refined to its utmost purity.
This little bit of liquid inside the pill was actually the largest amount of essence one could obtain from the mudroots.
According to Yosil's understanding, there was no one in this world who possessed such exquisite skills, with the ability to refine the marrow fluid of a single medicinal herb so thoroughly and in such a short time.
There was only one person in the world he could think of who had such an ability, but that person had long perished under the combined efforts of masters from various factions.
And now, this young man, who was barely thirty years old, could achieve such a feat?
Meanwhile, Kairo felt like thunder had struck him and could not muster a smile anymore.
He stared at the black mudball in Yosil's hand, unable to discern any mystery within it.
In fact, he found it somewhat absurd.
Were his abilities inadequate? Or were his junior and Yosil collaborating to put on a show?
It was just an ordinary and even slightly pungent mudball that he had once stomped on. Why did it surprise them so much?
"Ahem…"
Everyone's attention was fixed on Yosil, who had been lost in thought for several minutes. Finally, he set down the pill and cleared his throat gently.
"For this pill, I will be the one to assess its score."
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