"Nonsense!" The Alchemy Elder scoffed. "Alchemists pursue nobler heights far beyond such crude weapons!"
Night had arrived, and the lesson with the Alchemy Elder with it. Liam had mentioned the Disciplinary Elder's opinion as soon as his cave closed, and that grumpy response had perfectly matched his expectations.
"A greatsword!" The Elder continued, cursing, even half-turning to highlight his disdain. "How would you apply poison with such a cumbersome thing? You'd have already cleaved people in half by then!"
That was indeed a graphic and accurate example of a greatsword's unsuitability for Liam. However, the topic could have a counterpoint.
Ample preparations could make the difference between life and death. Liam had seen that for himself both in the cultivation world and on Krosstoen's mountain.
Alchemy was also a broad field, especially in the way Liam's Master taught it. He emphasized complete mastery over narrow specializations.
