Two months had passed, and in a secluded manor,
Shen Long, Song Qingyu, and a beautiful young girl in a blue-green dress were sitting in a cyan stone pavilion, sipping tea and chatting leisurely.
"So that's how it is, I was wondering why I kept failing at that step. The problem lies here."
A look of sudden enlightenment appeared on the young girl's face.
"It's nothing, Fairy Song. With more practice, you'll eventually be able to produce top-quality elixirs."
Shen Long said with a smile.
"That's true, but Shuyun still has much to learn from Taoist Friend Shen,"
Song Qingyu said with a full smile on her face.
Song Shuyun was a third-rank Alchemist, but she couldn't produce top-quality elixirs.
"Taoist Friend Song, has there been any news after all this time?"
Shen Long said, turning to a more serious matter.
