The seventh floor seemed to stretch into eternity as Michael and Master Ling traversed the corridors, eventually arriving at the door to the Head Alchemist's office. Stepping inside, Master Ling proceeded to his chair, shedding his earlier poise and slumping wearily into its embrace.
With a casual wave of his hand, he gestured for Michael to take a seat, his demeanor now starkly contrasting his previous interaction with Qi Zheng. Michael awkwardly found a chair and settled into it, attempting to suppress any restless movements as he awaited the words that would shape his future.
Master Ling straightened his back, fixing his gaze upon Michael. His eyes, once sharp and penetrating, now bore a perplexed expression. It was as if he sought to unravel the enigmatic secrets that lay hidden within the young man.
