"Thank you, Master, I understand!" Huo Yuan bowed deeply, excitedly taking the pill recipe, hands trembling at this moment.
Memories of the past were still vivid; he had achieved the status of a Peak Alchemy Master all those years ago, thanks to obtaining such an improved pill recipe. Now, having acquired such a thick stack of pill recipes, to what heights might it take him?
His quivering heart dared not imagine too much.
Seeing the extremely excited Huo Yuan, Yang Ji smiled but didn't think too much of it.
His perspective at this moment was incomparably higher than Huo Yuan's.
He had come to understand why those recluses, upon encountering young juniors they favored, did not hesitate to give guidance, impart profound cultivation techniques, expound on the principles of the Great Dao—it was perhaps because their own realms were extraordinarily high; to them, the teachings might not hold as much importance.