The words of the storage cultivator bore little attempt at concealment, yet to Lu Chang'sheng's ears, they weren't particularly grating.
These past few years, Zhou Lin had basked in the limelight—he was taken in as a direct disciple by Master Baiyun last time, and rumor had it his alchemy skills had improved at a dazzling pace, already showing the promise Master Baiyun himself possessed in his youth.
But as for how far he'd actually gotten, Lu Chang'sheng had no way of knowing.
Zhou Lin had immersed himself in cultivation, rarely appearing in public; precious few knew the true extent of his progress.
"What a shame—if that Turtle Shell Map from the Profound Turtle Alchemist were actually a complete Jade Scroll of the Alchemy Dao, maybe I could've glimpsed the threshold of becoming a rank-two alchemist by now."
The Turtle Shell Map wasn't unique, and the alchemy knowledge inscribed there was fragmented—naturally it couldn't compare to a complete Jade Scroll of the Dao.
