"I've been curious", she said softly, "about how the Sword Saint improved his strength so quickly. He was badly injured, and his foundation was broken. Yet a few days later, he reached the peak of the Great Saint Realm. That kind of improvement… is beyond normal."
Her tone was calm, but her eyes gleamed with sharp curiosity. "And then there's you. Your shop sells items that no one else can replicate. Pills that increase breakthrough success, liquids that temper the body, even soul-nurturing tea that no alchemist in the city can create."
She smiled faintly. "Don't you think it's all… rather mysterious?"
Feng Yun chuckled quietly. "Aunt Leng, you flatter me again. The Sword Saint's improvement is his own fortune — he must have found some old opportunity. As for my shop's items, they are simply results of long travels and chance encounters. Luck plays a large part."
