"You can take it, but this Water Cloud Pill is of supreme-grade quality. You would need at least a high-grade water spirit root to avoid wasting it. With anything below that, you probably couldn't absorb even a tenth or a fifth of its medicinal potency," the middle-aged man explained calmly.
"Thank you, Martial Uncle. I understand. I won't rashly take it myself." Wang Yu was deeply disappointed, but still offered his thanks.
"I heard you displayed your prowess in the Jialan Secret Realm, Martial Nephew Wang. Your strength could be called unmatched among the Qi Refining disciples. Unfortunately, you're only at late Qi Refining, and you have four spirit roots. Even if you become a true disciple of our sect someday, you'll probably still need a great many medicinal pills." The middle-aged man suddenly smiled at Wang Yu.
"You've heard about those matters too, Martial Uncle? But may I ask who you are..." Wang Yu vaguely sensed something behind his words and asked in confusion.
"My name is Fan Tian. I'm one of only two second-tier alchemists in the sect," the middle-aged man told Wang Yu with a faint, enigmatic smile.
"A second-tier alchemist?"
Wang Yu was genuinely startled and could not help taking another few careful looks at the "Martial Uncle" before him.
Although he had known the man was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he had never imagined he was also an alchemist. But why would someone of his standing come to the Spirit Goods Pavilion? Even if he were on duty, he ought to be in the Pill Hall.
Fan Tian seemed to see what Wang Yu was thinking and said calmly, "I'm only here temporarily, covering a shift or two for a junior martial brother. I won't be here in a couple of days."
"So it's Martial