Upon hearing that they would be able to receive some pills, Draven leaped up in joy as he asked, "He's distributing pills?"
"Yes. You are both allowed to collect one each, so hurry along," the female disciple replied with a smile.
However, Meldrick frowned and asked, "I thought thirty third-grade low-rank pills had been distributed yesterday afternoon. Grand Elder mentioned that the pills had all been given out, and there were none left. Why are pills being distributed again? Did the Grand Elder refine some more?"
The female disciple grinned. "The pills that are being distributed aren't third-grade low-rank pills. They're third-grade medium-rank pills, of which a hundred of them are being distributed. Your share is included, so go over there and claim them."
"Third-grade medium-rank pills? Has the first grand elder made a breakthrough in his alchemy skills? Something doesn't seem quite right. It should be impossible to produce so many at one time!" Meldrick, still somewhat dizzy from the alcohol, found it hard to wrap his head around the news about those third-grade medium-rank pills. Those pills would usually be reserved for later use if the grand elders managed to produce such a huge quantity. It made no sense that there were a hundred of them all at once.
The female disciple grinned even wider as she shared the happy news. "The Great Elder mentioned that our eldest lady's man is the alchemist who crafted these pills. It's his way of motivating everyone to train diligently and secure a breakthrough within the next few days."
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