Liam flipped a token in his hand, which transferred a bit of knowledge into his mind. Apparently, living quarters here weren't lavish towers or royal hotel rooms. No, they were caves.
Literally caves, crude, stone-carved hollows embedded into the sheer face of a cliffside that bordered the outer sect. No doors. No windows. Just formations hollowed out. "Third tier," Liam muttered, half amused. "Of course it's caves."
Still, he didn't complain. It was better this way. No distractions. No comfort to dull the edge of his hunger. Just him and the cauldron.
Liam settled in and meditated for the rest of the day, focusing on strengthening his soul. The next morning, he went back to the main reception desk.
"Chang Xuan is it?" The same clerk gave him an annoyed look. He then passed him a scroll and a small pouch. "Here is the recipe for the month. Your target is to make 2 sets of dozen potion vials. The purity has to be at least 50%. If a single one dips below that, it won't count."
