Chiyu Peak.
"Pharmacist Yang, how did it go?"
On the path up Chiyu Peak, Liu Xuan, Gu An, Lü Zhenghai, and the others were all waiting. Seeing Yang Chan walking up, Liu Xuan was the first to step forward and ask.
This was the same question the others wanted to ask, and they were all extremely concerned about the answer.
Because this was very important for the current Chiyu Peak.
Chiyu Peak seemed to have found its footing, but only those in power like them truly knew the actual situation.
Beneath the seemingly calm surface, turbulent undercurrents were still hidden.
"I was fortunate to succeed."
Yang Chan smiled faintly and took out the Third Level Alchemist Identity Token that Zhao Yu had given him.
These Identity Tokens from the Pill Pavilion were all crafted from a special material. Each had a unique mark and served as proof of identity. No one dared to fraudulently use another's token, because anyone who did would die—and die a miserable death at that.
