"Just give me a drink and I'll make whatever pill you want." Yeng Feng said for the hundredth time that night, which added to the thousands of times he had said the same sentence since he had lost his apprenticeship. He knew that some wines within this tavern had qualities that raised one's fire elemental qi. In order for him to do more than one pill a day, he would have to have one of these wines.
Though even if he were to have a stockpile of serpent's fire, he doubted anyone would buy what he was selling. His master Zhan Jia had thoroughly ruined his reputation just because the old man was so short sighted. If he would only see that pills that enhance were only half of what alchemy really was, he would have noticed that his apprentice was a genius, not wrong.