Life After Prison

Chapter 1673
Elsa, embarrassed by the comment, retorted, “Hey! Don’t say that! Stop with the nonsense. He’s my master!”
The disciple then teased, “Who says a master can’t have feelings for their apprentice? Look at you blush!”
Severin glanced at all the alchemists who were there and proposed, “Since most of the sect’s alchemists are here, I propose to
demonstrate the crafting of a first–grade medium–rank pill, a second–grade medium–rank pill, a third–grade medium–rank pill,
and a fourth–grade medium–rank pill. That be four demonstrations in total. How does that sound?”
“Sounds fantastic. I initially thought you’d only be crafting a third or fourth–grade pill, but it’s amazing to hear that you’d crafting
even first and second–grade pills too! This will allow all of us to learn from you!” said a second–grade low–rank alchemist.
Another alchemist expressed his agreement. “He’s being considerate toward everyone regardless of their level. This way, all of
us will benefit from his demonstration!”
The alchemists responded enthusiastically, including those third and fourth–grade alchemists. The four grades of pills that
Severin intended to create in front of them would allow all of them to secure the much–needed breakthrough.
Severin promptly gathered his materials and began his demonstration. The audience was captivated by his deft precision and
accurate heat control. Everyone kept quiet for fear of disrupting Severin’s refining process.
“Amazing! They’re all clate–quality pills!”
“That they are! His ability to make elite–quality pills out of the first three grades is already a feat, and it’s even more surprising
that the fourth–grade pill turned out to be of elite–quality too! Even though the fourth–grade one only has one line, it doesn’t
change the fact that he has done exceptionally well!”
“Such skill!”
The audience erupted in rapturous applause upon Severin’s successful completion, and the area was rife with animated
discussions.
Meanwhile, a blue–clad Gilda was observing the gathering of alchemists from atop a high cliff. When a female disciple flew up to
her, she asked, “What’s going on down there? They all seem so lively ”

The disciple replied with a smile, “Elder Severin organized an alchemy demonstration. He’s sharing his knowledge with all the
other alchemists, Everyone’s thrilled at the chance to learn and gain new insights.” She then had a look of admiration as she
replied, “Elder Severin is extremely talented. The fourth–grade medium–rank pill he crafted is an elite–quality pill. Everyone’s in
awe of him.”
A touch of surprise appeared on Gilda’s upon hearing that. “Severin is quite the prodigy. I would expect no less from the disciple
of ‘that man“.”
Before long, a wave of melancholy washed over her after losing herself in thought. “Sigh. It’s August the fifteenth tomorrow. The
recent weather patterns seem to foreshadow clear skies, so the moon will probably be shining very bright that night.”
The disciple consoled her, saying, “You’ll get through this. Think of it as a short nap. You’ll wake up in the end, and everything
will be fine again!”
Gilda replied with a bitter smile, “You’re right. It’s just a nap. It’s the sanse every year. But that feeling of being paralyzed and
unable to move even though you can feel everything just brings so much despair and dread.”
Gilds then got up and turned around. A smile unfurled across her lips as she said, “Severin’s talent is exceptional. Our sect is
now blessed with a powerful alchemist. I’m confident that it won’t be long before we close the gap with the other first–tier