He had been thinking about it for quite some time. There were only two alchemists in the sect who could use that pill to grow as only they had reached a sufficient enough level.
One was Zia and the other was him. He already had one for himself. The remaining, he gave to Zia who was still his disciple.
Even though he used suspicious means to make her a disciple, it didn't change the fact that in the eyes of the system, she was one.
He knew that he was already caught up in a lot of mess and didn't have time to pay attention to them, but with the constantly changing scenario, he could feel that it was getting more complicated.
Although only a few months had passed since he accepted a disciple, which was no different than a few days for a cultivator with a long life span, he realized that he couldn't let it keep happening.