During the day, Song Xiaodong practiced alchemy, and at night, he discussed philosophy with Li Wenxin.
"How is Mr. Song today?" Li Wenxin asked Song Xiaodong.
"The heat was too much," Song Xiaodong replied.
"Do not rush for success, do not underestimate yourself, do not aim too high, and do not let your hands outpace your eyes," Li Wenxin advised Song Xiaodong again.
"Your guidance is right, elder," Song Xiaodong nodded thoughtfully.
"I ask you, after two days of refining elixirs, what taste have you achieved?" Li Wenxin asked Song Xiaodong.
Indeed, as a reclusive master, a simple question left Song Xiaodong speechless.
Song Xiaodong, in his alchemy, only thought about creating effective medicine. Every time he produced a batch, he tested the properties himself. Yet, over these two days, after countless batches, he couldn't remember the taste of his own elixirs.
Seeing Song Xiaodong in a daze, Li Wenxin couldn't help but laugh.
