Time moves forward, taking us to the moment when the Immortal Realm breathes anew.
Mu Wan'er's cultivation came to a pause, and when she reported her progress to Chang'sheng...
Chang'sheng suddenly asked, "Do you know how to refine poison?"
Mu Wan'er was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.
"For alchemists, you end up spending so much time immersed in alchemy—which means you have way too few means of attack or killing," Chang'sheng gestured at himself, "Of course, I'm the exception."
Mu Wan'er: "..."
"Someday, you'll go adventuring alone, or maybe you'll find yourself trapped somewhere with no help." Chang'sheng paused, then said, "So your attack methods can't be too simple. It's best if they connect to your alchemical skills."
After all, Chang'sheng knew Mu Wan'er possessed the Pill Bible, and he'd even helped her improve it further.
As her alchemy skills grew, her realm would rise as well.
