Teacher: Where is my little Quan Quan?

Bu Quan had been hesitating for quite some time now.

This was inside Snowbird Port.

It was the central area near the City Lord's Mansion.

This small alchemy workshop was also Bu Quan's favorite place to hang out before she joined the Dragon Lion Mercenary Group.

On the table, the potion inside the spherical beaker was being heated, and pink bubbles continuously emerged from the yellowish-green liquid.

Bu Quan's pupils dilated slightly, and she was zoning out.

Yet her movements in preparing the potion did not change in the slightest; every single detail was extremely precise.

Even with her attention split two ways, Bu Quan relied on her profound alchemy attainments to keep this attempt at improving the formula progressing in an orderly fashion.

Should I really write a letter and ask my beloved teacher to step in? Bu Quan felt quite embarrassed.

She was well aware that she could come this far thanks to her teacher's guidance and support.

Her teacher's care and solicitude for her far exceeded that for anyone else, reaching a level that had already provoked jealousy.

With her teacher treating Bu Quan like this, Bu Quan had nonetheless insisted on heading to Snowbird Port to avenge her nanny. Yet her teacher had not stopped her, instead using her own connections to protect and support her.

All along, Bu Quan held a sense of guilt toward her teacher.

After joining the Dragon Lion Mercenary Group, this sense of guilt became even heavier, because Bu Quan understood very well that her teacher had always been cultivating her, grooming her to be the successor of the Mage Tower.

However, for her own sake and out of curiosity about a different lifestyle, Bu Quan had cast these expectations to the wind.

To be honest, Bu Quan felt the pressure