It wasn't until the herbs were delivered that Delilah seemed to snap out of some kind of trance. Her gaze flickered with a mix of emotions.

"You can head inside and start cultivating the pills. Just one successful batch will do."

"Understood," Felix affirmed.

As the door closed behind him, Delilah's expression shifted repeatedly. It was full of excitement, then tinged with doubt, and then glowed with joy.

"Three months? That can't be right—"

Though she had personally asked to take Felix as her apprentice, if the situation had been reversed, she'd definitely assume he was exaggerating. After all, there's no way to verify claims like that.

It wasn't just about how long someone practiced refining. It was about the talent and results they could demonstrate.

As the sun rose higher, Delilah sat in deep thought. Suddenly, she heard movement and quickly looked up, seeing Felix step out of the room.

"You succeeded on your first try?"

Felix smiled. "Yes."

Was it luck, or was he truly