The old man grabbed Zhao Dong's arm, and a thread of Spiritual Energy flowed into his body.
After a moment of probing, the old man's brow furrowed slightly, his expression growing grave.
Zhao Dong was completely bewildered. What on earth is this old man trying to pull?
"You..."
Just as Zhao Dong started to speak, the old man fixed his solemn eyes on him. A hint of astonishment mingled with his serious gaze.
"You do have some talent. A good seed for Alchemy."
"It's a pity you're a bit too old. It's rather late to start learning Alchemy now."
Hearing this, Zhao Dong just smiled. He pulled his arm from the old man's grasp and laughed. "It's not too late at all, because I already know Alchemy."
"What? You know Alchemy?"
The old man, already surprised, now looked utterly astonished.
"Wait here!"
