How rich could a Dou Wang who wasn't an Alchemist be?
Chen Cang hadn't known before, but now he felt that very few people could surpass Zi Yan.
Watching her take out one rare medicinal ingredient after another, even Chen Cang, who was wealthy himself, couldn't help feeling envious.
Unlike him and his methods of searching for medicinal ingredients, Zi Yan truly enjoyed heaven's favor in this regard.
"Just one last ingredient." Zi Yan gleefully put away several bottles of pills, then moved to take out more ingredients.
"Don't. That's the eighth time you've said that. We're stopping here today. These pills will feed you for half a month. Once you've finished them, I'll refine more for you. For now, let's go greet our guests."
Chen Cang hurriedly waved a hand to stop the gluttonous dragon.
Friendship wasn't built in a single leap. If he gave her a smaller stockpile, she would visit more often, and a closer friendship would naturally follow.
Besides, he was telling the truth. Guests really had arrived outside, and even Zi Yan had noticed them.
When they stepped outside, the morning sun had already risen, making it obvious just how long Zi Yan had kept him working.
Looking into the distance, he saw a young man in an outrageously flashy pink robe leading a crowd of senior students toward them. Their imposing procession drew the attention of quite a few spectators eager for amusement.
Had the Medicine Gang been the first to lose patience and make a move?
That made sense. The others weren't in a hurry because their interests hadn't suffered, but the Medicine Gang had taken quite a hit.
Realizing there was a spectacle to watch, plenty of eager onlookers followed, swelling the procession further.
Such a commotion naturally alerted the new students