Potioncraft Rises!

The Paradise, private room.

With a focused look, Mo Xi threaded the needle, then carefully began mending the piece of equipment called “Academic Gloves.”

Nearby, Yu Kui chased a pearl around. Every now and then, it failed to stop at a turn and crashed into the stone lion it had bought.

Everything was peaceful and lovely, until a message popped up in Mo Xi’s private chat...

Shadow: Great Mother, why haven’t you opened your stall yet? I can hardly wait to buy your excellent potions.

Shadow: By the way, my dear friend—the one who bought your potion last time—has come too. We’ll be waiting for you.

Looking at the black-robed girl’s chuunibyou-style message, Mo Xi’s needle and thread paused for a moment.

Since this was Mo Xi’s first time using Advanced Tailoring, Mo Xi didn’t want to be interrupted. But the black-robed girl had brought someone along to wait there, so it would be rather impolite not to go.

After some deliberation, Mo Xi looked toward Yu Kui, who was at the doorway cosplaying as a welcome mat.

A little while later, Yu Kui, its storage space packed with potions, slowly made its way toward the trading market...