"Steady now," The Alchemy Elder urged. "Don't let any naive excitement get in the way."
Liam didn't need to hear that twice. Succeeding was his way of ridding himself of logs forever, so his mind remained sharp, continuing to apply that mental filter to his Qi so that its poisonous traits wouldn't alter the alchemical flame.
The effort paid off. The flame kept flickering and growing, but didn't change color, retaining its natural red shades.
"It was about time," The Elder scoffed. "You still lit it up with your normal Qi, which has affected the log's structure, but it's something."
The log was more resilient to changes than the flame, so the effects of Liam's poisonous Qi weren't immediately evident. Still, the Elder had stressed that they existed and were a variable that couldn't be allowed to exist in the alchemical concoctions.
