"I'll give each of you a pill. Make sure you take time to stabilize your attainment once you've made a breakthrough," Severin said. He then turned to Sheila and Diane, saying, "Make time for your parents. You're both well aware that a practitioner's journey is a long and unpredictable one. We might not get a chance to return after we enter the sect. There's no telling when we'll return."
"Of course. I just went out with my dad yesterday," Sheila replied with a smile.
Everyone devoted themselves to training that evening. On the other hand, Severin felt a little bored and began to focus on refining fourth-grade medium-rank pills. He had a bitter smile as he looked at the scant number of fourth-grade medium-rank spiritual herbs in his spatial ring. "It breaks my heart that I had to waste so many spiritual herbs these past couple of days. I'm still a long way off from success. I hope I can become a fourth-grade medium-rank alchemist latest by tomorrow."
Severin then resumed his refining. He nearly succeeded on his first attempt but, unfortunately, failed at the final stage.
After a ten-minute break and a smoke to ease his mood, Severin resumed his efforts with more focus and determination.
"Rise!" He finally raised his hand triumphantly. There was a look of joy on his face as the pill floated out of the alchemy furnace and hovered before him.
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