Yao Xun leisurely walked into his straw hut, lazily slouched in a chair, as if he fell asleep in no time. Meanwhile, Zuo Feng had just been thoroughly scolded by him. Although the words were harsh, Zuo Feng didn't feel the slightest discontent.
Unlike the banter and joking between the two, Zuo Feng, who understood the rationale, knew naturally that the old man's words were for his own good. At this moment, Zuo Feng was deeply reflecting, just as the old man said, he indeed had been somewhat overconfident. But this confidence was also built upon his perspective being constantly limited.
Since he was a child, he grew up in the mountains. Initially, he only followed Zhuang Yu to learn the mixing of herbs. At that time, he had never truly opened a furnace to refine medicinal powders. Later on, when he learned the Alchemy Skill, it was all through some books and his own groping, gradually forming his own way of refining.
