Ye Sheng returned to his room, but he did not see Beauty Zhou. She had most likely gone to cultivate.
Beauty Zhou was not with everyone, and even though he was beautiful, he was still a boy. In Great Qin's kingdom, there were already people who had lost an arm, and some of the elders of great families liked to raise beautiful boys, if Beauty Zhou had not been a quasi-saint, he would not have been so relaxed.
In fact, if a boy was too beautiful, he would be even more dangerous than a girl.
In the room, Ye Sheng closed his eyes and looked through countless information about alchemy in his consciousness.
Thirty-six hands of alchemy!
This was an alchemy technique that had been passed down from generation to generation, and it was best to control the composition and temperature of the medicinal pill.
Ye Sheng memorized all thirty-six techniques and passed them down to Earth.