Yun Lintian emerged from the cultivation chamber, a soft smile playing on his lips. The subtle hum of energy within the vials he held was a testament to his successful concoction.
These weren't just any pills; they were imbued with the unique essence of the Ancient Battlefield, refined with the harmonious touch of the Tree of Life. He knew they held immense value in this chaotic realm.
With Qingqing trailing excitedly behind, he ventured back into the bustling market district. The clamor of haggling merchants and the vibrant displays of exotic goods were a stark contrast to the desolate wasteland beyond the city walls.
He found a shop specializing in pills and elixirs, its shelves brimming with colorful bottles and jars, yet none that radiated the potent aura of his own creations.
The shopkeeper, a woman with sharp eyes and a shrewd demeanor, greeted him with a practiced smile. "Welcome, young master. What brings you to our humble shop?"
