"So, ever since that day, I poured myself madly into the cultivation of alchemy. What a pity my own talent was far too poor, sigh..."
"Little Lan, look at you instead—you were born with an extraordinary gift for the Dao of Alchemy, and you've progressed by leaps and bounds!"
"It's just a pity. If your master's wife had another two or three hundred years, you might still have had some hope of curing her."
Chapter 445