Black Water King's City East City.
Ye Zhen left the residence of an Xu-surnamed Alchemist, his expression quite gloomy.
This was already the sixth Alchemist he had visited.
Perhaps this was a common ailment among Alchemists.
Those with even a modicum of success all acted as though they were the best in the world.
With an attitude as if they couldn't care less whether they refined pills or not.
Ye Zhen could accept the high cost of Alchemy; spending more silver was no issue, but even if he was willing to pay more, there still needed to be a wait.
At the earliest, he would have to wait two months before the Alchemist would refine pills for him.
But that wasn't even the most frustrating part.
What troubled Ye Zhen the most was that these Alchemists charged high prices, made you wait for several months, and still couldn't guarantee the success rate of the Alchemy.
The highest guaranteed a seventy percent success rate; the lowest was a mere forty percent.
