When Yuan Buyu heard "Alchemy Hall," he didn't know what it should be called. Beside him, Mr. Bai Liu lightly coughed and said, "Alchemist of Jiu Province."
"Alchemist of Jiu Province?"
Both Yuan Buyu and Zhou Lingyi looked at him.
Mr. Bai Liu said, "In ancient times, there were many alchemists. They wandered the world, only to seek Immortal Mountains and famous caves, tracing the footsteps of predecessors,
because they had no fixed abode, all nine provinces have hosted their teachings, and thus they earned the name 'Alchemist of Jiu Province.'"
"Where did you learn that?" Yuan Buyu seemed a bit frightened.
He was also a storyteller, and as they say, insider knowledge is best. He was all too familiar with those storytellers, each one with silver-tongued eloquence, relying on quick wit, spouting nonsense.
He was afraid that the name "Alchemist of Jiu Province" was something Mr. Bai Liu made up on the spot.
