"Junior Brother, what a skilled method you have!" Sun Wuhuan, the forty-something Deputy Head of the Administrative Affairs Institute, said with a beaming smile, "No wonder Junior Brother Zhu sent you."
"Even Qi Hui on horseback couldn't catch up with your alchemy speed!"
"I can't compare, I can't compare," Chen Mu repeatedly shook his head. "My alchemy speed is all thanks to working tirelessly through the night."
"Compared to Brother Qi's talent and understanding, I'm worlds apart."
Sun Wuhuan looked at Chen Mu's pale complexion and heavy eye bags, and suddenly realized.
Cultivators at the Perceptive Stage had robust bodies. However, the junior brother in front of him had weak vitality, clearly the result of staying up all night practicing alchemy and excessive fatigue.
He then couldn't help but express his concern, "Junior Brother, you must take care of your health!"
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother."
It looks like my disguise is still quite successful.
