"Wow, identifying herbs by smell and touch, so cool," Shasha exclaimed, clutching Zhiyan's hand a little tighter, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"These are just the basic skills of an alchemist!" Sharon smiled faintly, his handsome and gentle face showing no hint of emotion. Throughout the entire event, he was probably the calmest observer of all.
Even though those standing in front of him were alchemists, in the eyes of his royal highness, they were just professionals with a different focus than Sages, who would all eventually become his subjects, his loyal servants.
Upon hearing Sharon's comment, a subtle look of embarrassment crossed Zhiyan's eyes. Cough, cough, it seemed that her own basic skills were indeed not up to par.
Once the eyes were blindfolded, ten staffers clad in uniform moved forward with trays, standing in order before each of the alchemists.
