But since then, Jiang Changshou indeed never touched Alchemy again and never spoke of Cultivation Immortality.
The life of the family of three gradually returned to normal afterwards.
Nowadays, this once dilapidated Alchemy Room has actually been renovated, not as simple and embarrassing as before. Of course, compared to the other houses in this alley, it is still not up to standard.
Upon pushing the door open, a rather unpleasant smell wafted from inside the house.
The room looked like it hadn't been tidied up for a long time, with cobwebs, dust, and plates of solidified grease on the table.
Then came a heavy and tired cough.
"Who is it?"
He stepped into the room and closed the door.
"It's me, Mom."
The coughing subsided and after a while, the elderly person on the bed struggled to turn their head for a look.
Her eyes were somewhat cloudy, unclear if she could still see.
But there was no need to see.
