"Quite the skill, Junior Brother!" Sun Wuhuan, the Vice Dean of the Affairs Office in his forties, said with a smile. "No wonder Junior Brother Zhu sent you."
"At your alchemy speed, Qi Hui couldn't catch up even on horseback!"
"Not at all, not at all." Chen Mu repeatedly shook his head. "I can only refine pills this quickly because I stay up day and night and work hard at alchemy."
"Compared with Senior Brother Qi's talent and comprehension, I'm far, far inferior."
Sun Wuhuan looked at Chen Mu's pale face and heavy eye bags and immediately understood.
Sensing-stage cultivators had robust bodies. Yet this junior brother before him had unsteady vitality and blood, clearly from staying up to refine pills and overworking himself.
He could not help saying with concern, "Junior Brother, you must take care of yourself!"
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother."
Looks like my disguise has been quite successful.
Chen Mu secretly felt pleased.
Skipping meals and sleep, refining pills through the night—the issue of refining pills too quickly suddenly had an explanation.
"Your task has no time limit. If you burn the midnight oil like this and damage your foundation, what then?" Jin Wuhuan earnestly advised him.
Chen Mu put on a serious expression and nodded. "I understand."
Yet his face vaguely carried the look of someone who had not taken it in and would continue doing exactly the same.
Sun Wuhuan sighed helplessly. "It's all because of Dao Merit."
Wasn't that the truth!
Chen Mu nodded deeply in agreement.
Who knew how many cultivators had been tied down by Dao Merit, laboring their lives away for Jilong Dao.
Sun Wuhuan looked at Chen Mu sentimentally. "Seeing you is like seeing myself more than ten years ago."
"Back then, I too rose early and