Xia Yinian handed the two books in her hands over to the old master and personally pushed him, leaving the hall.
"Grandpa, weren't you ever worried that your hard work would be wasted in my hands when you gave me those two treasured books?"
The old master shook his head, whispering, "Grandpa can tell that you are a rare talent in alchemy, why would I have such worries?"
"You are praise me too much, Yinian. I'm just a novice." Xia Yinian bit her lip.
"Exactly because you are a novice, Grandpa knows I'm not mistaken. Some people are born with skills, and as long as they are willing to work hard, they can achieve great success."
"It's a talent, not something that everyone can have at will, even Chuxue lacks the kind of talent you have." The old master sighed lightly.
"Grandpa, why sigh all of a sudden?" Xia Yinian frowned.
She was genuinely passionate about alchemy; every time she thought about alchemy, every cell in her body would become extremely excited.
