"Why is he taking so long? He needs to make those pills in time!" Silvermist said in a grumbling tone next to Grimsight as they watched Alex's performance together.
Silvermist might not have been this particularly angry in most cases, but he had just watched the red-haired disciple of his lifelong rival effortlessly make 10 pills, 6 times in a row, and was making the last group of them.
Silvermist couldn't tell much from where he was watching, but it was clear that Aethersage was much faster when it came to making pills. That combined with Alex's unusual slowness had caused him to get rather irritated.
"It's not the young man's fault," Grimsight suggested. "Something happened to him earlier. You saw how he switched the ingredients to a different pill."
"I know," Silvermist said, sitting back on the seat with an annoyed look on his face. "Something must've gone wrong that threw his whole rhythm astray. Now he's struggling to get back."
