The moonlight was serene, and the Fire Qilin Spear illuminated the whole world.
Qingxuan's expression was solemn, his hands steady as he handled each ingredient. To others, it might seem chaotic, but in truth, everything was orderly, all within his control.
He had learned every kind of herb and their properties since childhood, and all the medicinal properties of herbs were etched in his heart.
Everyone said he was born an alchemy prodigy.
But only Qingxuan knew, from the time he was aware, when others played, he studied; when others slept, he studied.
Only in this way.
Could he earn his parents' genuine praise, could he see a true smile on their faces.
In the beginning.
Alchemy was merely a method to gain his parents' attention, but gradually, he himself fell in love with the feeling of combining various herb properties to create something entirely new.
No matter what the original intention was, he should have... truly loved this craft.
