Rather than the pill, Master Vermillion, the audience, or the branching experts in the area, the yellow-robed cultivators became the target of Liam's attention.
Those messengers did their best to hide it, but Liam could taste the shock in their auras and body language, as well as the hurry in relaying what they had just witnessed.
'Master, it's done,' Liam sighed internally. 'Now the whole world will know about your compound concoctions.'
It was a small but extremely meaningful step for Liam. It had taken him almost three years, but he had finally begun to repay his Master by teaching the world about his greatness.
'One day, Master,' Liam thought. 'One day the world will be unable to stop chanting your name.'
The meaningful step felt better than defeating stronger cultivators or getting cool bows. Liam owed everything he was to his Master. His spark was what had saved Liam from the grimness of life, and he had finally gotten good enough to express that bottomless gratitude.
