Inside the cave in the back mountain.
"Failed again!"
Zuo Linglong's face looked extremely unpleasant. He clenched his fist directly and smashed the rock beside him with force before starting to speak: "Why do I feel my medicine-crafting level is gradually declining since I've recovered from illness?"
"Could it be that my past illness still has some effects on me? But that can't be possible, right?"
Zuo Linglong also began to ponder in his heart, as this seemed to be the truth.
The quality of the elixirs he refined was getting worse, even worse than the ones he previously made!
Yet during this time, he had been working to improve his elixir-crafting skills, so why do his efforts seem to produce the opposite effect?
