Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 1377

The woman in the purple dress noticed the same pattern too. She frowned as soon as she saw the old man frown, and she immediately said to him, "Are you saying that he might want to outbid us for the furnace that we came here for?"

The old man nodded. "If he is an alchemist as we suspected, then yes, I believe he'll be interested in that furnace too."

After thinking for a while, the girl smiled and said, "Sigh, we don't need to be afraid of him right, Mister Musa? He might be interested in that furnace, but he probably won't have as many spiritual stones as we do. I mean, he already spent about a hundred million spiritual stones, so he probably won't have the funds to outbid us later. Ordinary alchemists won't be able to use that furnace either. The minimum proficiency to utilize it to its fullest is at least second-grade high-rank. Otherwise, it'll be a waste of its potential."

Musa could only smile bitterly. "Haven't you noticed? He only bids for spiritual herbs that are at least third-grade low-rank, and even then, he tends to focus on those that can be used for alchemy. I'm starting to suspect that he's a third-rank alchemist."

The girl gasped in shock when she heard that because she knew how terrifying it would be if that was the case.

The sect that they belonged to was relatively good, but that was mainly because of the three second-grade high-rank alchemists and two second-grade medium-rank alchemists within their ranks. It was the very reason that their sect could achieve good progress within the past two years, even to the extent of surpassing many other sects.

However, they did not have any third-rank alchemists, and they were constantly hoping that one of the three second-grade high-rank alchemists could make a breakthrough to third-grade low-rank alchemist as soon as possible. The future of their sect would be even brighter if that were successful.

"That's ridiculous! He's so young! It can't be possible! You sure know how to crack a joke, Mister Musa!" The girl in the purple dress shook her head after considering that possibility. She felt that it was something that could never happen.