Chapter 658

The crowd seemed to heave a sigh of relief at this as if they had expected this to happen. There would be nothing special about alchemy if anyone could master it just like that! Eliam stood up. "Are you saying that you failed at pill-making, then?" Everyone looked at Wilbur, waiting for him to speak up. Eliam's wrath would be unleashed on Wilbur the second he admitted he had failed. There was no way the chairman was going to let this shameless young man go either, not until he drew his last breath. Amon and the others were practically on the edge of their seats. They would have rushed over if they were not wary of Wilbur's Ambience level power. This man was out to ruin their plan, and there was no way he was getting out of there alive. Just as everyone was waiting for Wilbur to speak up, he said, "They might be defective, but they're far better than the shit your master made." He tossed the pill he was holding back into the cauldron after that. According to his Dragonsoul