Three days later, at noon.
Xiao Yan went to the Mittel Auction House again, deposited the remaining batch of Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid, and instructed Ya Fei to auction it twice a week for better publicity.
Although the inferior version of the Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid was not quite as potent, its effects were unique, and its price was suitable for the upper-class nobles of Wutan City. For a time, it became the focus of everyone's attention.
Jia Lie Nu repeatedly bid high prices for the spiritual liquid, trying to gain more opportunities to contact that mysterious Alchemist.
Unfortunately, Xiao Yan knew nothing of this. Even if he had known, he would likely have only sneered at the man's stupidity.
After storing the Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid, he timed his departure and headed for the woods outside Wutan City, intending to begin refining the next batch.
Upon reaching the familiar woods, Xiao Yan's gaze could not help but fall upon that open little window. His intention to improve his alchemy skills immediately vanished without a trace.
Inside the window, the girl rested her cheek on one hand. Fine sunlight filtered through the lattice and fell upon her loose hair, while the ancient book on the table slowly turned its pages, revealing a unique scholarly beauty.
Before long, the soft sound of the ancient book closing startled Xiao Yan awake. Hun Ruoruo's lips curled slightly as she said in a sweet voice, "Third Young Master, you must have snuck into my room quite a few times lately, right? Why are you standing still at the door today?"
"...Sorry. I just wanted to borrow that wooden table to refine medicine."
Xiao Yan smiled awkwardly and could not help touching his nose.
Though he truly had no improper intentions, barging into a girl's