By midday, Liam descended the mountain, a wooden cane on his shoulder and an enlightening annoyance weighing on his mind.
Alchemy was sacred to Liam. It was the noble art that enabled his whole cultivation journey and the only tool that could pave the path toward greater heights.
Moreover, Liam had vowed to surpass his Master in that field, and his boundless respect and gratitude for that greater-than-life figure elevated the mission to the same level as his revenge.
Liam honestly couldn't think of anything more important in his life. He had staked his entire existence on alchemy, so it angered him when he saw wannabe alchemists taking it so casually.
Alchemy was no side gig. It was something that had to be pursued by putting the entirety of your life on the line or not be pursued at all.
'I understand why Master was grumpy now,' Liam cursed internally, that feeling subsiding once he reached his cave.
