"Yes. . ." Chen Chang'an smiled and nodded, impressed by the woman's intelligence.
"Could it be that you..." Zhantai Xinyan hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowing as she looked at Chen Chang'an with suspicious eyes. "Did you steal someone's Mystical Spirit Pill?"
"Miss! I'll say it once again, I'm not a thief, it's just a coincidence that I ended up here. As for impulsively using your Mystical Spirit Grass, that was honestly a misunderstanding. . ."
Chen Chang'an, not wanting to play guessing games with a prejudiced Zhantai Xinyan, hastily compiled his own background, saying:
"I am a wandering cultivator who lost both parents at a young age, considering the whole world as my home. . ."
"The road of cultivation is long, and through my years of wandering, I have managed to learn some valuable techniques, one of which is alchemy. . ."
With a flick of his hand, Chen Chang'an reabsorbed the wisp of Elixir Qi, then continued: