Under the pressure of the potential tapped by Ascetic Body Refinement and the nourishment from herbs bought with the money given by Anand, Ronan managed to heal his grievous injuries, which would normally leave an average person on the brink of death or bedridden for a year or two, in just two months.
His spiritual power grew rapidly, and to prepare for his future advancement to a Level 1 Wizard, Ronan deliberately sought a "job" to gradually accumulate the resources needed for his promotion.
"I never knew, you also have such a talent in Magic Potion..."
In a small shop with a "Ding Nan Potion Workshop" sign, Ronan stood in front of rows of shelves filled with magic potions, carefully wiping a crystal potion bottle while speaking softly to Anand beside him.
Anand looked thinner than a few months ago, the wide linen robe draped over him seemed like a gust of wind could blow him away at any moment.
