"I don't agree!" the Chief Judge shouted, his heart pounding with fear.
They did not point out just one flaw, but three at once. One could easily be refuted, but three?
His heart filled with regret. I shouldn't have meddled with them.
Now it was too late to regret. He could only try to salvage the situation and find a way out.
Listening to the Chief Judge howl, everyone inside the hall looked at him with wide eyes.
There were hundreds of alchemists in the hall, and they knew the Dust Valley Sect disciples were telling the truth.
Previously, they might not have considered all these things, but now…
With deep contemplation, everyone knew they were not lying.
There are indeed flaws with the cauldron.
But looking at the Chief Judge, who might have his dantian crushed and serve as pill servant for the next hundred years, they understood his plight.
Just then, a cold, arrogant voice spoke.
