“Do you want to get beaten up?” yelled Ewan. How could someone treat his master so rudely?

“Ewan, step down,” Ophelia ordered as she looked at Darryl. “What’s the use of boasting now? My disciple harnessed a golden Elixir Cloud and produced a Five Spirit Pill. Do you really think you can top that?”

“Of course. After all, time’s not up yet,” he said while tending to his cauldron.

Ophelia shook her head. “Remember our agreement. If you lose, you have to acknowledge me as your master, and it ha