"With your eye for detail, not studying alchemy is such a waste,"
Gong Ru Long let out a long sigh, his face filled with regret; however, he had no intention of suggesting that Chu Zheng pursue the alchemy path.
For a prodigy like Chu Zheng, there was no need to waste energy on such trivial pursuits. If alchemy were to hinder his progress in cultivation, it would be a loss not worth the gain.
"There are still a few Heavenly Flame Grasses in the treasury that can enhance the quality of the Celestial Foundation. They would be perfect for the Saint Heir. Please wait a moment, I'll be right back,"
Before the words had even faded, Gong Ru Long had disappeared from the stone cave.
A moment later, Gong Ru Long returned, his palm now holding a six-leafed strange grass about a foot long, with rounded, blood-red leaves that looked like clusters of burning flames.
