"Just a few trifling tricks. You flatter me, Brother Wu. Your alchemy skills were what truly opened my eyes."
Faced with Wu Ping's praise and amazement, Zhou Changqing replied with a faint smile.
His manner, neither servile nor arrogant, stirred yet another wave of admiration in Wu Ping's heart.
As a Seventh-Rank Alchemist in Sacred Pill City, he had met many talented young people.
But most geniuses became unbearably arrogant the moment they had a little ability.
Even if they did not show it on their faces, their unconscious little gestures revealed the arrogance of someone who thought nothing of others.
"You're too modest, Brother Zhou..."
The two exchanged compliments for a while longer.
Then the three left the alchemy platform and headed to the residence's main hall.
Only after enjoying fine wine and dishes, and agreeing that Wu Ping would call on Zhou Changqing again the next time he refined pills, did Zhou Changqing and his companion take their leave.
Wu Ping courteously escorted them out of the residence.
Watching the two retreating figures, one tall and one small, Wu Ping wore a look of wonder.
"This Brother Zhou is no ordinary man. Perhaps it won't be long before his name resounds throughout Sacred Pill City."
Over the next few days.
Zhou Changqing continued cultivating and studying weapon refining in the Pill Lightning Pavilion as usual, but received no further business.
This was within his expectations. Seventh-grade master alchemists were not cabbages sold on every street, nor did every master alchemist need his help resisting pill lightning.
Those from great families or backed by their masters' organizations were examples.
Even if these alchemists lacked strength themselves, they had plenty of powerful elders in their families or supporting organizations. Why would they need to withstand pill lightning on their