After the nine kowtows, Liam hadn't held anything back anymore. Ten spiritual roots aside, he trusted his Master with all his doubts, even the darkest ones.
The Alchemy Elder turned, too smart to have misconceptions about the origin of Liam's question. He knew it was about Melissa and the core disciple who fancied her.
That threat had existed ever since Liam had returned from the mission, but he had only just realized its gravity.
"As a foundation expert?" The Alchemy Elder mentioned. "It's impossible."
"But, Master," Liam exclaimed. "You said that alchemy is the only noble art-."
"I know what I said," The Alchemy Elder interrupted. "Now, disciple, what does the gap between different stages consist of?"
The sudden interrogation didn't take Liam by surprise. It was actually a common occurrence, which he was ready to tackle.
"Greater Qi reserves," Liam listed, "Better Qi."
"And what does that imply?" The Alchemy Elder questioned.
