Elder Mo Xuan's beard trembled slightly as he secretly glanced at Jiang Donghua from the corner of his eye, his heart already churning with tempestuous waves.
How long had it been?
Barely half a month!
Back then, it had taken him a full three years to advance from a First-grade Alchemist to a Second-grade Alchemist, and even then his master had praised him as exceptionally gifted!
Yet this brat had figured it all out on his own?!
The Alchemy Department disciples had previously muttered that Jiang Donghua spent every day in the Library Pavilion, flipping through books faster than he changed his expression. Could he really have gleaned some insight from those ancient texts?
A monster!
An absolute monster!
This brat was definitely trying to fool him.
The pride of an elder made him stubbornly crane his neck. He deliberately snorted and turned his head away.
"Hmph! I don't believe you!"
"Unless you refine one for me right here!"
After speaking, he secretly watched Jiang Donghua's reaction from the corner of his eye.
Sure enough, the young man paused, seeming to be stumped.
Mo Xuan immediately felt a little better and was about to put on an elder's air to lecture him when Jiang Donghua helplessly spread his hands.
"There are no medicinal herbs."
"If you can provide the medicinal herbs—"
Before he could finish, Elder Mo Xuan sprang to his feet. His wide sleeves stirred up a gust of wind as he grabbed Jiang Donghua and rushed downstairs.
"Come down with me!"
"Medicinal herbs? The Alchemy Department lacks nothing less than that!"
The disciples organizing medicinal herbs in the corridor only saw a gray blur flash past. Once they realized Elder Mo Xuan was dragging Senior Brother Jiang along, they were so startled that they nearly overturned the herb