After twenty-four days of travel, Yu Nianzhen and Jiang Yue arrived at Alchemy City.
At a glance, the city was smaller and less populous than Cangxing City.
However, it was more opulent and the residents looked richer.
"As expected of alchemists." Jiang Yue muttered.
"Hungry?" Yu Nianzhen suddenly asked, pointing at a restaurant.
"Always." Jiang Yue chuckled and led the way.
Less than an incense stick later, the two sat at a window table on the second-floor hall.
After ordering, they fell back on their old tricks and began to eavesdrop.
"The eighth young master probably can't be saved if a soul-cleansing grass is not found soon." A female cultivator said.
"I heard the sixth mistress went to a dangerous place to look for the soul-cleansing grass. Unfortunately, she didn't find the grass but encountered an ambush. She barely escaped with her life."
"What a tragedy." Someone sighed.
