Liam held the pipe in his mouth, puffing dark smoke quietly while, unknowingly to him, his Master was about to uncover his deepest secret.
The sense of weakness that afflicted Liam didn't wane, but he faced it with no anxiety. He knew his cultivation would recover its strength in a matter of days, even without healing pills.
If anything, Liam couldn't help but review the other scary aspect of the breakthrough, something that every cultivator faced, but that was especially nasty in his case.
The Alchemy Elder had warned Liam on their first meeting, but he now realized that he had underestimated the issue. Liam didn't care for pain, but the need for poison to cultivate was quite a cruel fate.
Fire burned, water suffocated, and every other nature probably had its own painful drawbacks, but poison had to be among the worst.
