Stargazing tower, Eight Trigrams stage.
A white-robed, white-haired, and white-bearded supervisor sat in front of a table, twirling a cup of wine in his hand as he silently gazed toward the Northwest of the capital.
There was another table on the left, and it was filled with delicious food. In front of the table sat the Oval-faced, big-eyed Yan Caiwei, who had exquisite facial features and a hidden sweetness.
As she ate, she continued to chatter, ""Master, when can I reach the sixth rank and become an Alchemist?"
"The time will come when you stop eating and focus on cultivation," the supervisor replied with a smile.
"That's impossible in this lifetime." Yan Caiwei said with difficulty.
She swallowed the food and continued to ramble, " by the way, fake silver is easy to burn. It explodes when thrown into water. It can't be preserved at all. It's not good to report to the Emperor like this."
