The old woman looked at Wen Qingye, gritted her teeth, then asked humbly, "Then how can I improve my alchemy skills? How do I break through my current realm?"
Wen Qingye's earlier words had made the old woman see him in a completely new light. When it came to alchemy, she had no choice but to humble herself and ask for his guidance.
Wen Qingye glanced at the old woman, stroked his chin, and said, "Work on your fundamentals. Study and research pharmacology, and practice refining some pills until you're proficient. It won't be difficult to become an Eighth-Grade Alchemist. What you lack is some pharmacological knowledge and experience refining Eighth-Grade Pills."
The old woman mulled over Wen Qingye's words for a moment and nodded. Suddenly, a thought struck her. She looked at Wen Qingye and demanded, "Kid, who on earth are you?"
Wen Qingye slowly replied, "I am Wen Qingye, a student from North Mountain at Qig Mountain Academy."
