That day, the world was doomed, as a new alchemist would soon be born, and his methods would shake the world one day.
That person was naturally Wen Ran.
He stood straight, his eyes glued to the old man's hands as they worked. Every movement was deliberate, every gesture smooth with the precision of years of practice. The old man crushed the medicinal herbs with an expert touch, his hands fluid as they poured the crushed materials carefully into the bowl. Wen Ran's gaze never wavered, trying to take in every tiny detail, every small nuance in the old man's technique.
The old man picked up a small object, a grinding tool, and began to crush the plants into a fine powder, his hands moving with practiced ease. Wen Ran observed closely, noting how the old man's fingers worked with such grace and power, effortlessly guiding the ingredients into their perfect form.