Even Rosemund, after studying under Garreth Light for so many years, was only a refining apprentice and couldn't even stably refine a single potion.
Zora had lived inside the General's Residence for over a decade without even stepping into proper cultivation circles. How could she possibly refine Potions?
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
The siblings forced their way through the crowd. At last, they saw the newly prepared shelves inside the clinic.
White porcelain bottles were placed neatly in rows.
Every single one contained round, plump, shimmering medicinal Potions.
And in the most prominent position—
Strength-Boost Potions.
So many of them.
Luna and Icarus's pupils both shrank violently at the same time.
They had begged, schemed, humiliated themselves, and still failed to obtain even a single Strength-Boost potion.
Yet here—
They were displayed openly on shelves.
Dozens of them.
Their hearts shook uncontrollably.
