As soon as Guding picked up the tools for potion refining, he entered a completely self-forgetting state, his hands and fingers moving ceaselessly, so fluid in action that they could be called perfect.
A few booths over, several others who were refining their potions couldn't help but become slightly distracted and cast a glance in Guding's direction, ultimately unable to take their eyes off him.
"Damn, is that guy really crafting a potion? Why are his movements so elegant? Every time I refine something, it's embarrassingly clumsy, like I need a couple more hands," a young man in his early twenties couldn't tear his gaze away from Guding's hands. He had just recently advanced to an E-class Pharmacist and was practicing the E-class Cell Repair Agent to improve his success rate. Seeing Guding's refining skills made him want to crawl into a hole.