Of course, the math was not exact. Some ingredients were tougher, requiring more time under the alchemical flame, while Liam's window had merely been a few seconds. He had barely made it.
Still, the next few minor roots, or even just one, would expand Liam's capacity further, granting him the leeway from which he could draw confidence.
But that initial success gave Liam some wild ideas.
'If I can manage this at fifty-five minor roots,' Liam pondered, summoning his pipe and personal green jade. 'What could I do at one hundred?'
Liam noted down what he had learned from the concoction while smoking, adding personal considerations and his current reasoning, just like he had read in his Master's inheritance.
The black Qi claimed all the praise. Liam was certain of that. His cultivation was vast, but there were others who surpassed his current level, few, but enough to confirm that point.
