The man in the black robe walked up to the counter and slammed his hand on it.
"Are the materials I ordered ready yet? Stop wasting my time and hurry up! If you delay my business, none of you can bear the consequences!"
The man in the black robe's tone was arrogant and dismissive.
He didn't even spare a glance for the other customers around the counter.
"Lord Jia Long, please wait a moment!"
The attendant immediately said with a look of utter respect.
Jia Long savored this feeling of being respected.
His master.
He was a Fourth Grade Alchemist and a Tributor of the Profound Craft Sect, a man of considerably high standing.
Recently, Jia Long himself had achieved the rank of Second Grade Alchemist. More than a third of the Blood Essence Pills within the Profound Craft Sect were crafted by his hands.
And his status had risen accordingly.
"Hm?"
Jia Long's gaze swept casually over to a list on the counter.
