Millions of years. This old pill king had devoted millions of years to the Dao of Alchemy.
He had studied ancient manuals, explored forgotten ruins, and spent countless nights refining pills until exhaustion threatened to consume him.
The path of alchemy was vast and profound.
Even now, after all his achievements, he did not dare claim to have reached its peak.
Yet Lin Feng was speaking as though mastering it would be a simple matter.
"Perhaps one day I'll give it a try," Lin Feng continued casually. "Maybe I'll even master it."
Duan Tieshou's beard twitched.
For a brief moment, he felt a surge of irritation.
Master it?
Did this young man think the Grand Dao of Pills was some children's game?
Countless geniuses had dedicated entire lifetimes to alchemy only to achieve mediocrity.
Even heavenly prodigies often spent thousands of years mastering the fundamentals.
And yet Lin Feng spoke as though becoming a grandmaster was merely a matter of finding some free time.
