The morning dew clung to White Cloud Pharmacy, glistening faintly. Lu Chang'sheng straightened his attire and placed the alchemist's hat upon his head.
His forehead itched a little. Looking closely, he realized he was losing hair.
Alchemy brings pill fire poison—now his hair had thinned quite a bit. Thankfully, he had a strong constitution, so he could still hold out.
"Alchemist Lu."
Just as he exited Yun'an Institute, he saw Steward Mo waiting outside, faint traces of undried dew still visible on his clothes.
Ever since he heard Lu Chang'sheng mention the application for Grade B Alchemist certification yesterday, he hadn't slept a wink.
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out where Alchemist Lu had gotten the courage and confidence for this.
