"Hah… hah…" Grandmaster Qian panted heavily, bent over and resting his hands on his knees. "G-Get back here, boy… I'll teach you a lesson…"
"You need to calm down, old geezer," I said coldly, narrowing my eyes. "One, I never said anything bad about your granddaughter, and two, you can't even catch me when I'm not using magic. How are you going to teach me a lesson?"
"Agh, damn it, brat! If I were 20 years younger-"
"Make that 60," I cut in. "And stop with the 'ifs'. If you can teach me alchemy, then teach me. If not, I'm leaving—and no one can stop me."
"Hmph! That cocky attitude will get you killed one day, kiddo!" Grandmaster Qian snorted. "But luckily for you, I couldn't care less about manners and all that crap! Show me what you can do in alchemy!"
