Her words were within Zhao Huai's expectations.
Alchemists were always a reclusive bunch; without sufficient chips, they couldn't be bothered.
"It's fine; just give me their information."
Zhao Huai waved his hand, not minding the issue at all.
"Alright, the third floor of the attic is an area designated for alchemists. You should be able to find the alchemist you're looking for there."
Upon receiving the address, Zhao Huai went up the stairs and arrived at the third floor.
When he arrived at the specified room, he knocked on the door.
But there was no response.
He had no choice but to push the door open.
As soon as the door was pushed open, Zhao Huai smelled a strong fragrance of medicine in the air.
It smelt so good that he deliberately took a deeper breath.
But for some reason, he began to feel a bit dizzy.
"It's poisonous, don't breathe it in!"
A desperate cry came from inside the room, sounding quite helpless.