"The composition of this potion is very complex. You can't analyze much just by smell." Lin Youxie put the bowl of potion into the Storage Box: "I'll take it back for more specific research."
Naturally, Jiang Wang trusted Lin Youxie's judgment.
He found it hard to forget the way Lin Youxie silently concocted medicine, that feeling of calm endurance of pain, in a way, was somewhat similar to Jiang Wuqi. Lin Youxie could make medicine to suppress his fright disorder, showing a deep understanding of pharmacology.
Zheng Shangming didn't seem surprised, silently allowing Lin Youxie to put away the potion without offering any opinion. He just used cautious eyes to scan the study room.
Jiang Wang stood at the doorway, with the not-so-bright Heavenly Light behind him and two Qing brand catchers busy in front of him.
The study was silent, but it also had a unique language, describing the trajectory of activities of a favored son of heaven.
