Otherwise, he would only be more disappointed if he went upstairs.
"Dean Sima, actually, it's not like I'm completely unable to condense an alchemy flame ... When I was very young, my father was still alive. At that time, there was an expert who gave me an order, saying that my Constitution was special and that I could become an outstanding Alchemist!"
"It's just that my alchemy talent is hidden, as if it's been sealed. Only when I'm eighteen will this seal be released! Or rather, my talent will be activated when the time is up. At that time, I will naturally receive the help of a noble person who will take me in as a disciple and teach me the ability to refine pills!"
Lin Yi frowned, speechless. What the hell was this? Why did he bring a fortune-teller?
Tang Yungui, this silly child. Had he been fooled by a psychic for more than ten years?