Harris gulped after observing Severin’s movements.


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    Felix, too, was left dumbstruck. “His ability is out of this world! Just look at that impable timing and


    sense of rhythm! I’m in awe of his technique!”


    Their shared passion for alchemy led them to anticipate Severin’s potential missteps, which they were


    hoping to find delight in. However, the strength of one’s abilities was reflected in the way in which one


    executed their technique. They knew right away that Severin was no faker.


    “Now rise!” Severinmanded. With a raise of his palm, a pill levitated right in front of him.


    “This can’t be! It’s a superior–quality pill with five lines!” Felix looked closely at the pill with marked


    astonishment.


    “You’re right. It is a superior–quality pill made even better from the five lines! I’m speechless! This all


    but confirms that he’s a third–grade high–rank alchemist at a minimum, possibly even a fourth–level


    low–rank alchemist,” Harris stammered. His emotions were in a mess.


    Severin kept the pill and the cauldron. He then turned to the two of them and asked. “Do you ept the


    oue?”


    She observed their stunned expressions with glee. She folded her arms with a grin and reminded


    them, “Hehe, if t remember correctly, you are supposed to kneel and apologize if my husband


    seeded on his first try.”


    “We’re sorry for doubting you!”


    As humiliating as it was for Felix and Harris, they decided to grit their teeth and kneel since there was


    no one around at the moment. They understood the importance of keeping their word, especially since


    they might offend a powerful alchemist if they were to go back on their agreement. Such an act would


    be detrimental to their progress within the sect.


    “We sincerely offer our apologies to you. You are our senior when ites to alchemy. We hope you


    won’t hold our ignorance against us,” Harris said as he knelt on the ground.


    “What are you two doing?! Are you loneeling in front of someone else? You’re ruining my reputation!” A


    familiar voice echoed, and a man in his 40s entered from outside.


    “Master!” The two men turned to their master after realizing who he was. They rose to their feet at once


    and lowered their heads. Feeling as though they had embarrassed themselves to the fullest, they


    wished that they could just bury their head in the sand like an ostrich.


    “Who are you? And how dare you demand that my apprentices kneel before you? You’ve got some


    nerve!” Igor Zynsk, their master, hade to check on his apprentices‘ progress in alchemy. The sight


    of an empty courtyard prompted him to leave, but he nced over at the neighboring house’s courtyard


    and saw the presence of several people inside. Within seconds, anger boiled insurmountably when he


    realized that his apprentices were kneeling in front of a stranger.