「Several days passed.」
Wind and Cloud Association, Medicine Hall.
Inside the Pill Room, which was provided for the association members to practice Alchemy.
Zheng Jun sat cross-legged by a small furnace, painstakingly refining Ninth-grade Pills like the Tiger and Leopard Pill again and again. His success rate hovered around forty to fifty percent, and he was so busy from morning to night that he didn't even have a moment's rest.
However, his face was filled with satisfaction and fervor.
"Eight years! It's been eight years!"
'Thanks to Young Hall Master Ji's care, the Pharmacist has finally given me a chance to prove myself.'
'I must prove my worth to him, and to the old man!'
'I'll keep refining!'
Huangqi, Codonopsis, Leopard Bone Powder... Batch after batch, he tossed them in.
Zheng Jun's eyes were dark-ringed, yet his spirit was electrified. He shouted slogans to himself, panting as he controlled the furnace's heat without a single break.
