Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, several more years had passed.
Having just celebrated his seventieth birthday, Fang Xi walked out of a pharmacy with a somewhat somber expression.
His plan to gather pills and recipes that could enhance Divine Consciousness had been a bust from the start.
"Even the pharmacies owned by the major powers in the Inner City sell only the more common types of second-rank pills and recipes... Pills that can boost Divine Consciousness are incredibly precious, available only at auctions. As for the recipes, they are the exclusive skills of certain second-rank alchemists, not for sale... I was too naive."
Luckily, Fang Xi didn't feel too discouraged. Life is full of disappointments, and one can't always expect perfection in all things.
