...
On the other side.
Alchemy Hall.
Wang Qintan and Jiang Ning sat on one side of the first floor by the railing.
Beneath them, the waves stretched endlessly.
The mountain breeze blew, causing a few strands of Wang Qintan's hair to fall beside her temples, some of which stuck to her moist red lips as they fluttered in the wind.
Wang Qintan looked at the mountain scenery in the distance.
At this moment, Jiang Ning was flipping through a pamphlet that recorded all the elixir types in the Alchemy Hall.
A moment later.
Jiang Ning closed the pamphlet.
Wang Qintan withdrew her gaze and looked at Jiang Ning, simultaneously using her little finger to loosen the strands that adhered to her lips and repeatedly brushed her cheek, bringing a slight itch.
"Young Master Jiang, how do you feel?"
"Indeed, the Martial Arts Garden has elixir prices here that are basically only seventy to eighty percent of what they are outside," Jiang Ning praised.
