Elsa, embarrassed by thement, retorted, “Hey! Don’t say that! Stop with the nonsense. He’s my


    master!”


    The disciple then teased, “Who says a master can’t have feelings for their apprentice? Look at you


    blush!”


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    Severin nced at all the alchemists who were there and proposed, “Since most of the sect’s


    alchemists are here, I propose to demonstrate the crafting of a first–grade medium–rank pill, a second–


    grade medium–rank pill, a third–grade medium–rank pill, and a fourth–grade medium–rank pill. That be


    four demonstrations in total. How does that sound?”


    “Sounds fantastic. I initially thought you’d only be crafting a third or fourth–grade pill, but it’s amazing to


    hear that you’d crafting even first and second–grade pills too! This will allow all of us to learn from you!”


    said a second–grade low–rank alchemist.


    Another alchemist expressed his agreement. “He’s being considerate toward everyone regardless of


    their level. This way, all of us will benefit from his demonstration!”


    The alchemists responded enthusiastically, including those third and fourth–grade alchemists. The four


    grades of pills that Severin intended to create in front of them would allow all of them to secure the


    much–needed breakthrough.


    Severin promptly gathered his materials and began his demonstration. The audience was captivated by


    his deft precision and urate heat control. Everyone kept quiet for fear of disrupting Severin’s refining


    process.


    “Amazing! They’re all te–quality pills!”


    “That they are! His ability to make elite–quality pills out of the first three grades is already a feat, and


    it’s even more surprising that the fourth–grade pill turned out to be of elite–quality too! Even though the


    fourth–grade one only has one line, it doesn’t change the fact that he has done exceptionally well!”


    “Such skill!”


    The audience erupted in rapturous apuse upon Severin’s sessfulpletion, and the area was


    rife with animated


    discussions.


    Meanwhile, a blue–d Gilda was observing the gathering of alchemists from atop a high cliff. When a


    female disciple flew up to her, she asked, “What’s going on down there? They all seem so lively ”


    The disciple replied with a smile, “Elder Severin organized an alchemy demonstration. He’s sharing his


    knowledge with all the other alchemists, Everyone’s thrilled at the chance to learn and gain new


    insights.” She then had a look of admiration as she replied, “Elder Severin is extremely talented. The


    fourth–grade medium–rank pill he crafted is an elite–quality pill. Everyone’s in awe of him.”


    A touch of surprise appeared on Gilda’s upon hearing that. “Severin is quite the prodigy. I would expect


    no less from the disciple of ‘that man“.”


    Before long, a wave of mncholy washed over her after losing herself in thought. “Sigh. It’s August


    the fifteenth tomorrow. The recent weather patterns seem to foreshadow clear skies, so the moon will


    probably be shining very bright that night.”


    The disciple consoled her, saying, “You’ll get through this. Think of it as a short nap. You’ll wake up in


    the end, and everything will be fine again!”


    Gilda replied with a bitter smile, “You’re right. It’s just a nap. It’s the sanse every year. But that feeling of


    being paralyzed and unable to move even though you can feel everything just brings so much despair


    and dread.”


    Gilds then got up and turned around. A smile unfurled across her lips as she said, “Severin’s talent is


    exceptional. Our sect is now blessed with a powerful alchemist. I’m confident that it won’t be long


    before we close the gap with the other first–tier