After Jing Yan left, Jing Qingyan suppressed the excitement in his heart and began to frantically concoct Low-level Healing Potions.
Jing Yan had given him this opportunity, how could he not cherish it?
Ten years!
For ten whole years, he had struggled on this path. His soul was like a sea surface scorched under the scorching sun for ten years, and suddenly it encountered an ocean.
He could not, disappoint Jing Yan!
Bottle after bottle of potions continuously came into being, and Jing Qingyan felt no passage of time.
And in this process of concoction, his abilities were also continuously improving.
...
The next day, Jing Yan returned to the fifth floor Alchemist Base.
"Hmm?"
"Brother Qing Yan, what is this..." Jing Yan was slightly startled when he saw the neatly arranged rows of porcelain bottles in the room.
Indeed, he had told Jing Qingyan to practice a lot when he left yesterday.
But wasn't Jing Qingyan pushing himself too hard?
