When Felix entered the room, he noticed a pale-faced young man slumped over a table, fast asleep. Nearby, a middle-aged man was engrossed in a book, seemingly unaware of Felix's presence.

"Hello," Felix greeted, drawing the man's attention.

The middle-aged man looked up, smiled, and stood. "Are you here to learn pill cultivation?"

Felix nodded. "Yes, I am."

"Prepare your silver needles," the man instructed.

Felix was not entirely sure why but complied without hesitation.

The man then wok