For a moment, Seraphine was speechless. She then let out a deep breath, a breath she did not know she was holding. She stepped closer, her gaze fixed intently on the pill.
"Impossible," she whispered. "Our most skilled alchemists have tried and failed to refine it to this level. How did you...?"
She lifted her head up to look at Liam's calm and smiling face. There was not an ounce of nervousness. She opened her mouth again to demand answers but she quickly stopped herself glancing at the pill again.
This time she was not talking to a nobody. This time she was not talking to a mere awakener. This time she was talking to someone who had taken a significant step toward the great dao of alchemy.
Such a grandmaster would be celebrated no matter which family or guild they joined. Such a young talent would be treated with veneration no matter which world or sector they decided to reside in.