Chapter 63: I’ll Grant You a Fateful Chance
Kinson Wexford's heart churned like a storm-wracked sea, utterly captivated by Lordi Payne's alchemy display—until the acrid tang of something burnt coiled into his nostrils, snapping him from his reverie.
His brow twitched.
Lordi Payne's hands, which had been weaving intricate seals over the furnace's ghostly green Nether Fire, had frozen mid-motion. The flickering flames cast eerie highlighting the sudden tension in his jaw.
A beat passed before Lordi Payne jerked back to life, hastily withdrawing the half-activated Dao Fulu with an awkward cough.
"Ah... Senior Brother," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, "I've been running too hard lately. My spiritual energy's running dry, so..."
"No matter." Kinson Wexford's gaze flicked to the blackened remnants at the furnace's base. A wasted batch—yet it meant nothing.
After all, the previous batch of Premium-level Bone Tempering Pills had already proven Lordi Payne's monstrous talent.
Shocking!
Unbelievable!
Even if one alchemy attempt were ruined now, what did it matter?
A slow, calculating smile curled Kinson Wexford's lips as he folded his arms. "Very well," he said, voice low, deliberate, like the hum of a blade being unsheathed. "I've seen enough to acknowledge—your talent in alchemy is exceptional."