In a state of focused cultivation, time flew by. Without any particular sensation, a week had passed...
At this moment, inside No. 1 Alchemy Room of the True Martial Sect's Apothecary Hall.
"Senior Brother, Second Senior Brother~" Chen Mo bowed toward the two men, who appeared to be in their forties.
Having joined the True Martial Sect nearly two months ago, he had finally met his two senior brothers.
Both men were very tall, likely over 1.9 meters, yet unlike ordinary martial artists, they were not particularly burly. Instead, they looked somewhat lean. Their temperaments were gentle and refined, their eyes bright and profound. One look told Chen Mo that they were intelligent men, not reckless brutes.
He secretly took a careful look. Neither of his senior brothers was bald, and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that Alchemy, which was extremely mentally taxing and required staying up late, would not cause hair loss. Or perhaps becoming a martial artist prevented such a condition.
Though he wanted to become a burly man, Chen Mo did not want to become a bald fellow.
Now, it seemed he had worried too much.
"You must be our little junior brother. When we returned, we heard about you. You took first place in the Mountain Entry Grand Competition and even defeated a disciple of the Fierce Tiger Sect. You are far more gifted than we are."
Glancing at Yi Feng, he continued with a smile, "Master will no longer need to worry about our Apothecary Hall lagging behind the other halls in individual martial strength. Little Junior Brother, you must grow stronger quickly and shoulder this burden."
With appreciation and relief in his eyes, Senior Brother smiled and took out a Jade Bottle from his robes.
"This is our first meeting,