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But before heading to the Imperial Capital, he still had one matter to settle.
On the official road outside Wutan City, a carriage traveled at an unhurried pace.
The carriage looked plain, but the two horses pulling it were fat and strong, and its body was made of high-quality ironwood. It was clearly not something an ordinary family could afford.
Several mounted guards rode alongside the carriage, sabers and swords hanging from their waists as they vigilantly surveyed their surroundings.
There was someone sitting inside the carriage.
The man was in his forties, lean in build, with a gloomy face and shrewd light gleaming in his triangular eyes.
He wore a grayish-white Alchemist robe, embroidered with four golden ripples over the chest, revealing his identity—a Fourth-Grade Alchemist.
His name was Xuan Hao, and he was Liu Xi's teacher.
He had originally devoted himself to refining medicine in a small city within the Jia Ma Empire, living a peaceful and carefree life.
A few days ago, he had suddenly received a letter from his disciple Liu Xi. The letter was urgent in tone, claiming that an unknown Alchemist in Wutan City had utterly crushed him, making the pills he refined seem worthless by comparison. He begged his teacher to come personally and take charge.
After reading the letter, Xuan Hao frowned. He understood his disciple's alchemy skills well. Though Liu Xi was not among the best, he should have been enough to overwhelm everyone in a tiny place like Wutan City.
Anyone Liu Xi described