While Chen Yi was playing the part of an enchanting madman, Xiao Liu was playing the Wicked Witch.
Perfectly good potion-making had turned into a witch's stew.
Beneath a huge cauldron burned earthfire.
When a potion maker lacked the strength to process medicinal ingredients, they had to rely on external forces.
It was not just potion makers. Tailors, Card Masters, blacksmiths, Puppet Masters... all were the same.
Standing on a chair, Xiao Liu kept adding all sorts of things into the cauldron.
"A little evil serpent blood, to add some flavor."
"A little Undead Grass, to freshen it up. Del! I! Cious!~"
"A little special catalyst, and finally, my heartfelt intentions. Hehehe..."
Candlelight cast Xiao Liu's shadow, making her look like a Demon.
Her teacher, Yilin, could not bear to watch.
Unlike Chen Yi, who only occasionally dabbled in sub-professions, these two had been constantly studying and innovating on the path of potion making.
Yet even after spending Chen Yi's investments—several rounds of them—they still had not successfully brewed a genuine Saint Spirit grade potion.
It could only be said that a certain Dwarf tailor—cross that out, blacksmith—had talent that was just a little too good in tailoring.
Or perhaps Chen Yi had given him a tiny bit of help.
Back when he had tried to repair that Mage Robe that had been shredded into rags, Nino Tudi had lost quite a bit of hair.
Flipping through tailoring manuals, secretly learning, calling in help... Nino Tudi had done it all.
Then he discovered that the next time the Mage Robe shattered, it would do so at an even more bizarre angle.
Why else did you think his attitude toward Chen Yi was so bad?
A blacksmith's pride was one reason. More importantly, the Mage Robe had had its defense broken