The old man looked up and down at the thin young man before him with a hint of shock. With the surprise in the old man's eyes, Zuo Feng felt as though he had said something wrong.
"Young friend, to be a Primary Alchemist at such a young age, it's the first time I've encountered someone like you. I wonder what type of formula you're looking for. We do have some Primary Alchemy formulas here."
After sighing slightly, the old man pointed to a counter on the side.
Zuo Feng knew the old man misunderstood him as a Primary Alchemist and smiled awkwardly, "I'm just a beginner in alchemy, currently at the apprentice stage. At most, I can only concoct some low-level medicinal powders."
He didn't hide his level and looked toward the counter the old man indicated. He saw thick, yellowed books displayed inside, and the prices on the books gave him a scalp-numbing feeling at merely a glance.
