When the sun began to rise, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Kyrian left the courtyard.
Once again. It was time to make money.
The Alchemists Association was already bustling with activity.
Alchemists entering, carrying bottles and boxes. Alchemists leaving, with expressions of satisfaction or frustration.
Apprentices carrying crates of herbs, running from one side to the other, trying not to get in the way.
Employees recording transactions behind dark wooden counters, with piles of scrolls spread before them.
Kyrian walked directly to one of the counters, choosing one that was less crowded.
Soon, he sold the batches of Rank 5 pills he had produced during the week.
Recovery pills, to restore Qi, heal injuries, and survive.
Strengthening pills, to increase physical endurance and prepare the body for cultivation.
Meridian stabilization pills, to prevent deviations and keep the flow of Qi under control.
Everything was purchased quickly.
