"Is that how you spend your time?" The Alchemy Elder scolded. "Fighting when you should be practicing?"
Liam didn't think much of that. The Elder always scolded him angrily as soon as he entered the balcony, even if he had no reason to do so. That night, he simply had one.
"At least you won," The Alchemy Elder muttered, pointing his cane at the pile of logs in the corner before turning toward the balcony's edge.
Liam blinked. That almost sounded like a compliment, which couldn't have a more unlikely source. Also, it showed how quickly information ran in the Sect, summoning a doubt, two actually.
"Master, shouldn't I have won?" Liam questioned.
The Alchemy Elder peeked past his shoulder, inspecting Liam through one of his less intense glares.
"You should always win," The Alchemy Elder scoffed. "Power always attracts conflict. It's unavoidable, so it's always better to show everyone that you aren't to be messed with, and in a dramatic fashion at that."
