Yang Qing's left brow raised slightly at the remark. He was filled with equal parts puzzlement, excitement, and fear.
Especially to someone like him... Those words replayed over and over in his mind, and with each repetition, he felt a twinge of wonder, excitement, and fear. Being associated with a mysterious Purple Grade potion tied to a long-forgotten behemoth that had made its name in alchemy and herbology wasn't a bad thing in itself.
But given the relentless string of bad luck that had hit him over the past few months, Yang Qing wasn't ashamed to admit he was more than a little worried about his life and future, especially now that he had realized one of the Instructors he feared most had been sneaking around his abode for the past fifteen months without his knowledge.
If things continued like this, who knew how much worse things could get for him? To protect his fragile mind, he couldn't help but blindly hope that some good luck was due to come his way.
