Su Qing's head was groggy, and there seemed to be a slight ache.
It felt just like when he replicated a Cultivation Technique.
"Did I replicate a Cultivation Technique?"
Su Qing couldn't help but ask himself.
He opened his eyes.
He found himself in a quaint, antique-looking place. Red Wood framed the entire room, making it look as if he had returned to the County City.
"You're awake?"
A gentle and soft woman's voice drew Su Qing's gaze.
He looked over and saw a mature woman standing to the side, dressed in plain clothes as white as snow.
Her hair, in particular, was also snow-white.
"Where is this?"
Su Qing asked in confusion, his nose catching a particularly pleasant scent.
The aroma was calming.
"The Ten Thousand Tribulations Sect, Holy Pill Hall."
"Right! I was taking the assessment, and then... it seems two women appeared. A terrifying aura pressed down on me, and I lost consciousness."
"Does this mean I'm an Alchemy Master of the Holy Pill Hall now?"
