A bizarre potion?
Lan Qingyou had never imagined that the Small Screen would label something she had spent fifteen hours making "bizarre."
What was that supposed to mean?
Could everyone on the Karim Continent in the past fly? Had they all been Birdmen?
Lan Qingyou grumbled to herself.
After all, she had made this potion as a last resort, her final line of defense. She didn't want anyone mocking it.
Though ten minutes was a little short.
Lan Qingyou checked the number 013 on the enamel mug, found the matching formula in her notebook, then copied it into another notebook.
Now that she had the formula, making the potion with the Meteorite Iron Cauldron in the future should extend its duration considerably.
Lan Qingyou had been working for twenty-seven or twenty-eight hours straight and was already exhausted.
But while her body was tired, her mind was unusually excited—almost feverish.
It was her first attempt at developing a potion, and she had succeeded. For a novice alchemist like Lan Qingyou, that was a huge step forward.
With no desire to sleep, Lan Qingyou suddenly thought: If I'm on such a roll today and I'm not sleepy, why not take the chance to expand my product range?
The more she thought about it, the more excited she became.
Then she began considering what kind of potion to develop.
First, it had to be something she didn't already have, which ruled out Magic Power, life, and attribute potions.
It also had to be easy to sell.
Ideally, it would become her undisputed flagship product.
Lan Qingyou scanned her personal status panel again and again before her gaze finally settled on her talent.
She had no complaints about her own talent.
But surely plenty of people like her had awakened E-Rank talents?
After all,