"Yeah, I'm going to compete in skills too. I heard there are plenty of benefits for winning first prize."
"So I want to give it a try as well. I'm an alchemist who specializes in refining pills for others."
"There's an alchemy competition this time too. If I can place, I'll be able to get something good."
As the two were talking, three more people caught up from behind. Their attire was similar, all of them wearing long robes, some in azure and some in white.
"Wow, brother, you're actually an alchemist? That's incredible!"
One of them was a cultivator in a white robe, younger than the others.
He spoke excitedly to the cultivator who knew how to refine pills.
"Brother, your words make me ashamed. My alchemy skills aren't that high."
"I just want to participate. I'm not expecting to win any prizes; I only want to train myself a little."
"And then see how the other alchemists refine pills and learn from their experience."
The alchemist looked embarrassed, his face flushing slightly. His alchemy skills truly were not very high.
He had only heard that the city would be holding competitions in various skills, and he genuinely wanted to see how the other alchemists refined pills.
"Even so, that's still impressive. My master once taught me alchemy, but I studied for a long time and still couldn't learn it."
"Later, my master got so angry that he stopped teaching me. He said I wasn't cut out for alchemy, so I could never become an alchemist."
The young man in white robes spoke with some melancholy.
"Senior Brother, don't compare your weakness to someone else's strength. Why don't you mention that you can refine artifacts?"
"You don't have to enter the alchemy competition. You can compete in the artifact-refining