Naturally, the Alchemy Elder could also partially confirm his disciple's success from a distance, his thoughts even going beyond that victorious instance.
Liam didn't pant but was drained, his bloodshot, heavy eyes vouching for the concoction's difficulty. The process had been challenging, strenuous, and long, requiring countless calculations and adjustments.
Truth be told, the Elder knew that such a concoction was beyond Liam's current skills. He had improved quickly through his unwavering, unyielding, and uncompromising resolve, but he remained an apprentice with little over five months spent with a cauldron.
That time was too little to produce anything remotely close to a peak rank 1 concoction, no matter the dedication and effort. Even if Liam's talent granted him greater stamina, enabling more intense and longer training sessions, the math still fell below the required standards.
