Tan Shuchang had been cultivating for four years, and it was October 17.
First, I declared I was no alchemist, and then I asked her if crafting a hundred more pills was possible, only to be sent away with a cup of tea! How preposterous, especially since I'd made it clear I was no alchemist!
Demon Cultivators really are beyond reason.
...
After making his daily journal entry, Tan Shuchang glanced at the firmly shut gates of the Heavenly Sword Mansion, and two cultivators of a hundred years who, with awkward expressions, bowed and apologized to him, then he left with a visibly good mood.
Because he indeed was in a good mood.
After many failures, a certain young girl had finally succeeded, but this time she managed it because she had sought external help.
The sound of the exploding Alchemy Furnace, Tan Shuchang had heard it from afar.
Then, he sneakily took a peek.
