Gu Ni nervously took the list of ingredients and glanced over it, then breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
He had thought they would be fifth- or sixth-tier ingredients. To his surprise, just like last time, they were all low-tier ingredients.
Clearly, the other party planned to refine a batch of second- and third-grade pills. Gu Ni smiled and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Xiao Ling. These ingredients aren't particularly precious, but my master needs a large quantity, so I'll have to arrange for more supplies.
"How about this? I'll have them delivered to you in three days. What do you think?"
Xiao Ling: "???"
Xun'er was surprised. "..."
Neither of them had expected the old man to have such determination.
In every field, those with greater ability could serve as one's teacher, but few could truly put that into practice.
After all, people cared about their dignity—especially those accustomed to being treated with deference. To them, their reputation mattered more than anything. To set all that aside in such a short time was impressive. Gu Ni really was someone extraordinary.
"Master Gu Ni, why go to such lengths? My master has said he won't take on any more disciples."
Xiao Ling looked at the gray-haired old man before him and sighed.
Gu Ni's expression didn't change. He had already guessed that the other party might refuse when the idea first occurred to him, so he had prepared himself for that possibility. He wouldn't be disappointed.
After all, high-tier Alchemists were very strict about taking disciples.
He knew he didn't qualify, but he wasn't asking for much. He would be content to become an unofficial disciple. If he occasionally received a word or two of guidance, that would be even better.
"Please put in a good word for me with