Despite refining a Rank 7 pill, Cale recognized an easily identifiable limitation. He lacked proper alchemy experience and practice. While he'd successfully created it, he hadn't extracted full potential from the materials. A practiced alchemist would have gained twice or thrice the benefits. He has gotten most of them anyway, courtesy of the system's assistance of course. Its his top sugarmommy.
The truth was simple to understand, that he was only a Tier 3 alchemist. What he'd actually made was around a Rank 3 or 4 pill, albeit at maximum potential for his current skill level.
While flying, his thoughts drifted toward his newfound concept.
'Since my concept is ink, should I start painting? Or calligraphy? I've read in novels about cultivators infusing Dao into paintings and letters—the artwork itself becomes weapon. Sigh, maybe I'm dreaming too big. I've never drawn anything for more than two minutes.'
