Swit Lei wore a more sullen face. There were all kinds of presumptions in the mystic pharmacists’ circle. Some of them believed that there was a certain kind of elixir potion. Some believe that there was another kind of mystic potion which could turn a commoner into an immortal. While the other mystic pharmacists declared that pharmacists were good-for-nothings and that someday they mystic pharmacists would produce the Flawless Potion that would allow people to fully recover, no matter how gravely they were injured or whatever illness they suffered from.
Whenever a pharmacist came across a mystic pharmacist, he or she would borrow the above presumptions put forward by the mystic pharmacists in order to make fun of them.
"Flawless Potion?" Qian Jin looked at Swit Lei and Saloo Bard. "This type of potion has reached eighty percent completion and needs better perfection."
