In the courtyard.
The father and son sat facing each other.
Jiang Han looked at his son, who seemed both familiar and strange.
Familiar, because he had watched him grow up with his own eyes. Strange, because lately, this son of his had become increasingly unusual and difficult to comprehend.
Jiang Han even wondered if he was falling behind the times.
He was silent for a moment before asking, "Chen'er, where did you get all these essence crystals?"
"Did you take them from the Alchemy Master Guild?"
Jiang Chen shook his head. "Dad, how could I ever do something like that?"
"In truth, I earned all these essence crystals by selling the elixirs I refined myself."
Jiang Han suddenly remembered that his son knew alchemy and was a rather skilled alchemist.
'But this rate of earning money is just too fast.'
To have accumulated a fortune of two hundred million in such a short time.
No, it seemed to be even more than that.
"You're really something else."
