Although Doris was flattering Mrs. Jenkins, there was not much satisfaction on the face of Mrs. Jenkins.

In a hushed tone, Mrs. Jenkins muttered, "This family belongs to me and only me."

In Broome.

At the grand headquarters of the Pill Alchemist Association.

It bore a resemblance to a vast industrial complex. Prominently displayed at its entrance was a majestic rockery, almost ninety-nine feet tall. The main driveway curled around the rockery, eventually leading to a straight path that pointed directly to the association's main building.

Flanking this straight path were expansive farms, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Young pill alchemists from various lineages whispered among themselves, awed by the sight before them.

Who would've thought that the revered headquarters of the Pill Alchemist Association would resemble a vast farm?

Yet, as they looked closer, they realized they were mistaken.

"Is that Ice Flower?"

“Do I spot Spirit Grass over there?"

“and isn't that the Double Turnip?"

This wasn't just any ordinary farmland.

It was an enormous herbal garden, home to some of the rarest and finest quality herbs!

"My family treasures the ten-pound fruit of the Double Turnip, rarely ever using it. But here, at the headquarters, they've dedicated dozens of acres just to cultivate it? This is mind-blowing!"

A sense of inferiority overwhelmed a young pill alchemist named Perkins.

He had always considered his family to be of significant standing within the ancient martial world. But today, upon setting foot within the association's headquarters, he confronted the vast disparity.

Barbara, seated comfortably in the plush vehicle of the Jenkins family, couldn't resist lowering her window to get a better view.

The majesty of the Pill Alchemist Association truly set it apart, marking its place as the pinnacle among all associations in the ancient martial realm.

She thought to herself, "I was meant to be here. This is where I truly belong."

Opulent imported luxury cars once roamed the city streets with an air of arrogance.

However, today, they adopted an unusually understated demeanor.

They adhered to a consistent pace, refraining from unnecessary honking, and maintained a safe gap between vehicles, forming a careful, elongated procession as they advanced.

The unobtrusive behavior of these luxury cars' owners wasn't due to their owners suddenly acquiring a sense of decorum.