Han Yu reckoned, One day, he'd rent the Advanced rooms without blinking.
One day, he'd be refining high-tier pills with the same ease Li Mei showed when tossing ingredients in her cauldron like cooking noodles.
But for now—he would train here.
He would earn it.
Han Yu sat down cross-legged before the cauldron, the flame beneath it pulsing gently under his guidance. He closed his eyes, focused his mind, and began his practice.
He had all day. And for the first time in a long while… he felt like the path forward was clear.
The flame flickered beneath the bronze cauldron, steady and obedient under Han Yu's spirit sense.
He sat cross-legged before it, sleeves rolled back, sweat already misting across his brow—not from heat, but focus. Before him, neatly arranged on a jade tray, were the ingredients for the Spirit Qi Restoring Pill, a basic but essential alchemical product.
