Two weeks later, at Harmony Clinic's headquarters, Ezra personally held a banquet to congratulate Felix. The results of the assessments had been revealed, and Felix had achieved the title of an advanced alchemist.

In Martial City, there were very few who could refine advanced pills. So, during the assessment, only three other alchemists were in the running alongside Felix. One of them had evidently failed.

"Felix, whether my unworthy grandson can achieve the mastery of Transcendent Realm depends on you," Ezra said.

Dickson pouted and said, "Well, well, well, so you've revealed your true colors, Mr. Whitwell."

Ezra shot Dickson a glare and said, "How dare you say that? Didn't you promise Felix you wouldn't pick your nose from now on? I don't know who said before that even if you were threatened, you would never let go of that habit."

Dickson was helpless. What else could he do? He had also wanted to master Transcendent Realm. Now, Felix was his fastest way.

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