The sky was clear, the flowers were in bloom, and the birds were singing.
Accompanied by Fang Lanxi, Fang Yang left his small cabin and headed for the General Affairs Hall to take care of various matters.
Among these was the task of officially assigning a territory and completing the settlement of the White Feathered Eagle Bronze Tribe.
Right now, Fang Lanxi was chattering away to Fang Yang like a lark.
"Brother, do you think I'm suited to study as an Alchemist Doctor?"
"You? You're relatively suited for it."
"But I don't want to be cooped up in an apothecary all day like Father. I want to command the Flying Eagle Group, achieve great things, and become a young prodigy!"
"Achieve great things? A young prodigy? You don't even have a B-grade Spirit Body. Don't get ahead of yourself. Besides, if not for a series of accidents, I think I would have become a pretty good Alchemist Doctor."
