"A what now?" Luo Ning felt as if she had misheard Wei Wuyin's words. They must've been a figment of her age-laden imagination, a far-away consequence of her nostalgia-filled daydream, an illusion of the heart and-
"I've decided to make you a Mortal Sovereign Alchemist," Wei Wuyin firmly repeated his intent. Luo Ning was stunned; Wei Wuyin's eyes contained an unswerving seriousness that lacked any indication of this being what it felt like—a joke.
She was unable to speak, strictly confused as to how someone can casually decide to 'make' someone an Alchemic Sovereign of the Mortal Dao! It was ludicrous to say, and anyone within the grand profession of alchemists would surely laugh themselves into an early grave hearing it.
