When Zuo Feng walked dejectedly out of Zhuang Yu's medicine hut, the entire morning had quietly slipped away. At this moment, his mood was completely different from when he arrived, and Zhuang Yu's last words still lingered in his ears.
"What I'm saying is that to become a Primary Alchemist, if you want to advance another level, you would need to prepare at least three to five thousand more Gold Coins. The higher you go, the more money you'll spend. Without experiencing many failures, one cannot become a Pharmacist, which is why Pharmacists are usually seen only in large forces."
Zuo Feng shook his head fiercely, having to temporarily give up the unrealistic idea of becoming an Alchemist. But his hand still instinctively touched his chest, where the two books he should have given to Zhuang Yu were now, along with an additional book gifted to him.
