Guan Chaosheng was not lying.
Cultivators were most afraid of obsessions.
Once he had any such thoughts, it would affect his mental state.
His cultivation had stagnated for more than a hundred years. He should have given up.
However, there might be a glimmer of hope in the Immortal Pill.
Seeing that Guan Chaosheng was staring at him, Han Muye cupped his hands and said softly, "Senior, no matter how good the medicinal pill is, it's still a support. Whether your cultivation breaks through or not depends on your cultivation."
"Haha, I know, I know." Guan Chaosheng laughed and waved his hand. "I've cultivated for so many years, so I have this temperament.
I've spoken to Miss Bai. As long as the pill is completed, I can give you everything you want."
Guan Chaosheng stared at Han Muye and said softly, "Mushen City suppressed the alchemy experts of the Western Frontier and you became the youngest alchemist to step into the Little Alchemy Pavilion. Perhaps this is my opportunity."
