"Alchemist Ling, congratulations!" Gu Wuzhi came in front of Ling Chuxi and said with relief,"even I did not expect that you would really be able to refine the spirit Recovery spiritual pill with this pill formula. I have finally found a suitable successor for master."
After saying that, he passed a spatial ring to Ling Chuxi.
Ling Chuxi took the ring and looked at it for a while. She was shocked.
The space in the ring wasn't very big, only the size of a room. There were a few rows of bookshelves in the surroundings that were filled with all kinds of ancient books. In the middle of the ring was a desk with a small blade of grass in a flower pot. The grass had bloomed with small white flowers and emitted a faint fragrance. This was the prize of this year's alchemy conference, the truth cultivation grass.
