The Alchemy Elder glared at Liam for a few seconds before snorting in annoyance, waving his sleeve in dismissal. "Leave now. Cultivators are tough, especially those with nine spiritual roots, but injuries still shouldn't be taken lightly."
'Is he worried about me now?' Liam wondered, quickly dismissing the idea due to everything he had learned that day.
However, after Liam stood up, performed a bow, and turned to leave, the Alchemy Elder called him again.
"Discip-," The Alchemy Elder said before clearing his throat. "Kid, give that thing to me. There won't be any unsanctioned training under my supervision."
Some unwillingness rose through Liam. He understood what the Alchemy Elder wanted, but handing it to him would deprive him of his only means of nourishing his core.
However, Liam couldn't really refuse, and something did work in his favor. His foundation was complete, and the drug had fulfilled its purpose. He couldn't rely on it to get stronger anymore.
