Andrew continued working with the cauldron, crafting several more batches of high-grade elixirs. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he kept half of them for himself.

The other master alchemists watching twitched at the corners of their mouths, their faces filled with envy. Yet, none of them dared to say a word.

Even though most of them were already in their 70s, with snow-white hair, they still had to address Andrew as a senior. And as juniors, they had no right to criticize the way he