Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2331

Earlier, Andrew had promised to craft a ninth-grade Soul-Restoring Pill for Sovereign's Apothecary.

Brielle, unable to wait any longer, pushed him to fulfill his promise since she had already given him the Blackstar Crystal.

Andrew did not mind at all. The original deal required Sovereign's Apothecary to provide him with three items, and the Blackstar Crystal was only one of them. But since he was dealing with someone as influential as Brielle, there was no need to be petty.

Whatever he gave now, he would get back eventually. For example, while refining the Soul-Restoring Pill for them, he could also make a few high-grade pills for himself.

After all, the materials were right there, so why waste them?

Driving his beat-up car alone, he arrived at Sovereign's Apothecary and found Amari.

Amari smiled. "Andrew, make sure to put on a good show later. And let me learn a thing or two while you're at it!"

Andrew smiled. "That won't be a problem. But I haven't refined anything in a while, so I need to get back into the groove first."

Amari waved a hand, unconcerned. "Then take a moment to relax. I'll get everything ready for you."

Andrew nodded and casually walked to the sink to wash his hands. Refining a ninth-grade Soul-Restoring Pill was a challenge even for him. Everyone knew that the higher the grade, the harder it became, and preparing for high-tier alchemy was always a complex process.

For example, at places like Mistveil Peak, where traditional alchemy was practiced, some would fast, bathe, and meditate for days beforehand.

Andrew, however, did not bother with all that. Instead, he preferred to just dive in. Still, he believed that adjusting his mindset beforehand was necessary.

Meanwhile, Amari left his small courtyard with a spring in his step. The thought of Andrew showing off his skills in Sovereign's Apothecary filled him with pride, and his excitement was written all over his face.

"Well, well, Amari, you look like you're on cloud nine," said a mocking voice laced with sarcasm.

Amari's expression darkened, and he turned toward the sound. A gray-haired old man with a long face strutted over, surrounded by a crowd of disciples.

The display of prestige was hard to miss.

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