After considering it for a while, Chen Qing decided to head to Danxia Peak to find Zhang Yi.
If he wanted to quickly restore his divine sense, ordinary pills would have limited effect. Only miraculous medicines of treasure-pill grade would do.
Zhang Yi's attainments in alchemy ran deep, and he had some rapport with Chen Qing. Perhaps Chen Qing could ask whether he possessed any treasure pill capable of treating such an injury.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the faint stabbing pain from the depths of his divine sense, then rose and walked out of the Quiet Room.
Chen Qing left the small courtyard alone and followed the familiar mountain path toward Danxia Peak.
Danxia Peak was steeped in the fragrance of medicine.
When Chen Qing arrived at Hundred Herbs Hall, only He Zhi was inside. She was bent over the medicine cabinets, sorting medicinal ingredients with brisk movements, her hands far more nimble than before.
Clearly, after Zhang Yi's careful guidance over the past few years, she had made remarkable progress in alchemy. She could now independently fire up a furnace and refine certain pills.
Hearing footsteps, He Zhi looked up. When she saw Chen Qing, a smile bloomed across her face. "Senior Brother Chen, what brings you here today?"
Chen Qing nodded in greeting. "I came to see Elder Zhang. There are some matters I wish to ask him about."
"Master is resting in the rear hall. He has spent the past few days exhausting his mind on alchemy and only just lay down." He Zhi set down the herbs in her hands and wiped them clean. "Please wait a moment, Senior Brother. I'll go call Master right away."
"Thank you," Chen Qing replied.
He Zhi turned and hurried toward the rear hall.
Before long, footsteps sounded