Ye Qingchen naturally had no idea what happened late at night.
Like the previous day, he once again came to Martial City to set up his stall. He even displayed his Crimson Mist Cauldron as Lu Yanwu suggested.
Unfortunately.
The results were still minimal.
Although quite a few people were drawn to his fiery Alchemy Furnace, they only stopped to glance for a few moments before walking away, heading to other alchemists.
This scene was a source of mockery for many alchemists.
"This kid really has perseverance! No one paid attention to him yesterday, yet here he is again today?"
"Don't bother with him. Over the years, many alchemists have come to Martial City, but how many of them managed to secure a place? He might find it pointless and leave in a few days!"
One must know.
Every one of these alchemists had been holding their ground in Martial City for three to four years, if not longer.
They were somewhat reputable.
