Dawn arrived, and with it, the time for the alchemy lesson, which Liam approached with a mixture of anxiety and curiosity.
Liam simply wasn't teacher material. He was sure he was bad with words and believed he wasn't fit to teach alchemy to anyone, and mistakes could create problems in a Sect that was already resorting to ploys.
At the same time, Liam wanted to see what passed for alchemists, or at least apprentices, in the Roaring Thunder Sect. He didn't really know when someone could claim the title of master, so checking the rest of the world's level couldn't hurt.
Still, nothing could have prepared Liam for the disappointments that morning held, which started as soon as Philip escorted him to the first plateau carved into the cloudy mountain.
The area had changed after Liam had completed his public demonstrations. The central platform was no more, and the same went for the numerous crowd.
