Lin Tianfan snorted coldly, directly piercing through the other party's deepest thoughts, and methodically listed them one by one with his arms crossed:
"You, An Shaobin, 25 years old, S-level.
"Three months ago, thanks to the Destiny No. 3 Advanced Mental Power Restoration Potion that Master taught you to mix, you barely made the rank of Senior Pharmacist.
"There are nine levels of potions in total. You've been studying under me for four years and three months, and now you can only barely make a level three potion, with a success rate of less than 50%. Is that right or wrong?"
An Shaobin's eyes widened.
Lin Tianfan continued: "This is still your strong point.
"Your weakness is preparing body repair potions. Nine out of ten times you fail, and your success rate is less than 10%.
"Because you just can't understand anything about the research related to nourishing the nervous system, right or wrong?"
An Shaobin looked embarrassed and angry, and his face looked extremely ugly.
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Could it be that his master really told him this?
Why would the master tell him such a thing? Is this person really his senior brother?
But how is that possible? There was no sign at all!
Lin Tianfan snorted again.
"You have ordinary qualifications to begin with, but you are restless, irritable, and unwilling to put in the hard work to study, so you have only just barely been promoted to the level of a senior pharmacist.
"Having a disciple like you is truly shameful, and you still have the nerve to ask who I am.
"Why, you still want to argue with me now? Do you want to see how much stronger I am than you?"
He hooked his finger at An Shaobin, full of provocation: "Come over here, I'll wait for you here.
"Let me put this out there, no matter what, I will crush you.
"If there's one thing I'm not better than you in, I'll kowtow to you and call you Brother!
"If you don't have that ability, just do your job well, stop complaining, keep your mouth shut, and don't ask or pry into anything.
"If you want to learn, follow me. If you don't want to learn, get out!"
An Shaobin was completely enraged by this barrage of scolding and provocation.
How could someone suddenly appear and claim to be someone's senior brother? How can seniority be determined based on words?!
You must not give in!
"Wait for me, I'll go now!" An Shaobin rolled up his sleeves and came over to settle the score with Lin Tianfan.
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