This was no longer something the crowd could easily accept.
Morgana Frost had studied alchemy under Cassian since childhood, yet even now she had not officially become an alchemist. And even so, she was already regarded as a rare genius.
Among peers of the same age, aside from Sylvandria, no one else was even qualified to attempt the alchemist assessment.
The fact that Zora had already reached such terrifying heights in medical arts was shocking enough.
If she also possessed real attainments in alchemy… then she was no longer human.
"When one grows old," Cassian continued to speak, lifting his chin slightly, "it becomes difficult to tell whether youngsters know their limits. To boast so boldly about alchemy while excelling in medicine… isn't that simply empty talk?"
His weathered face was dark and displeased.
The earlier exchanges had already cost him face. No matter what, he had to reclaim it from Zora.
